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9.2 – 31.3.2017

I miss you like the deserts miss the rain. I wanna fuck you (make love?) like the rain fucks the desert, like the rain swallows grains of dry sand to make globs of something dangerously unknown: decay. I miss you like something I’ve never known. But the feeling of missing you (who? - - you) remains. I don’t know the desert and the desert doesn’t know the rain. If it did its hole identity would evaporate whole. My heart has the power to move ecosystems. My heart has the power to create a past in which deserts knew rain but I still miss you (who?) now. I don’t know. I can’t remember.

Find words to name the alienation inherent in proximity. You forced nature to reveal her secrets only to hide your own malice in her foliage. Last November a man ran naked through a forest in Poland. The CCTV installed in the forest caught him in the act. A poor, reproducible image emerged. The police found him, still high on LSD. When asked what (in God’s name!) he was doing, he responded by informing them that he is a Siberian tiger. A hero of uncharitable contours caught at the crossroads of two rival systems. As these collided in his person, the moment exposed a technological ecosystem as dense and incomprehensible as the nature it forced into submission.

-- Beny Wagner, January 2017

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