Monday, April 19, 2010

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A rotten potato in the hand is worth two in the ceiling. But it's still a rotten potato. And what can a rotten potato actually worth? It is worth rot. There is rot in his house. It is abject. It is that quality that causes the body to purge. It is the subject and the verb. Purge. The eye looks away from itself and, in doing so, brings the image back to itself. Do dreams do the same? Wish fulfillment. We dream and purge ourselves of our wishes. Imagine, he thinks, what it would be to vomit one's dreams. Can a thing that rejects, that causes rejection, that is itself that rejection, have worth?

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