our desires are rarely linear. they are jagged, ephemeral, ensanguined geometries, demanding of our very own total uncompromising devotion. which in what we subsequently submerge ourselves, sacrificing even what is most proper and intimate of what makes us 'us', meditating on the crudeness of how sudden life is paying our efforts, but where does effort come from if not from a long extended desire, can a value be put on our most intimate ambition? or is the inaccuracy of an uncertain ... read more