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Visible through an overgrowth of steam radiator pop and clang the hunters exit a utility vehicle: they are a bristle of weapon systems in a rain of ideological propositions falling over we do not believe them onto the ground of we imagine ourselves outside and puddles of but all in the same way that disappears into the elements of style.  

13

Every array of monitors includes one on which is an image of a vast field.  The field is always silent. The field is always the same.  Only the shadows change. Somewhere beyond the horizon there is continuous war.



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This room one wall of which is an array of monitors is an anywhere room behind another anywhere room.  This room is a node in a parallel world populated by those for whom to view is to select a feed, assign beginning and ending, and perform the play rewind replay rewind that enables the attribution of meaning.

 

This anywhere room is a stream of images fed to other anywhere rooms behind another anywhere room, each a node in a parallel world populated by those who select a feed, assign beginnings and endings and perform the play rewind replay rewind that enables the attribution of meaning to the activities of viewers who select a feed, assign beginnings and endings and perform the rewind replay rewind replay that enables the attribution of meaning. 

 

Each anywhere room is a stream of images fed to other anywhere rooms behind another anywhere room, each a node in a parallel network populated by those who select a feed, assign beginnings and endings, and perform the play rewind replay rewind that enables the attribution of meaning to the activities of viewers who select a feed,  assign beginnings and endings, and perform the rewind replay rewind replay that enables the attribution of meaning to the activities of viewers who select a feed, assign beginnings and endings, and perform the rewind replay rewind replay that enables the attribution of meaning.

11. Monitor E

Now monitor E is taken up with a face.  It looks directly into the camera.  

I wake before the sun and go outside to listen for the constellation made from the voices of lonely amateur radio men that gathers in the air.  They talk about the future.   Today will be sunny and warm.  

The viewer swivels a chair to face the overhead camera.  The viewer says: A map could show how each of those people is impacted by the continuous barrage of information about the weather. 

Monitor E:  The voices dissipate with sunrise.   I walk with the threshold of light as it rolls across the marsh.  I stop by the grasses atop which surveillance cameras grow.  It is near harvest.  The cameras are heavy.  I watch them sway with movements in the air and wonder what their young feeds look like.  I imagine each one is like falling from an airplane, sheets of static broken up by rapid bursts of strange forms.  

Monitor E goes silent.  The on-screen face moves about.  Perhaps it is looking for something.

The viewer says: Face recognition software would tell us who that is.

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When it is quiet we sense the something that eats away at us.  So it is never quiet.

 

I am an eddy a field of dots.  Sound is a field without a center. I am an eddy in a field of sound. I am a dot without a center.

 

Everything is fragile. 

9

Perhaps the footage captured her incandescence but we could not see it so accustomed are we to growing weary of the pain of others. Perhaps forgetting revealed itself when, illuminated, she spoke of what she saw and felt but we heard something else.

8

Each sits at a table, one across from the other. 

Each is thrust and parry. 

The camera does not capture the game they play.

Beyond the window the sky piles on the horizon like skin. 

Each sits at a table: each is drinking tea.

Each watches the other.

Each places a cup on the table.

One makes an utterance.

Only the contours of what is said are audible.

The other becomes a matador and smiles.

Steam coils from the teacups.

Very slowly one begins to remove an article of clothing. 

Strategy balances desire. 

7

In the waning days, the sense of something slipping away never coalesces.  Everything is recorded and everything forgotten.   We float in time.

6

A sequence of doughboys escapes from the footage of World War I in which they had been marooned.  They march through a shatter of surfaces and camera feeds and dissolve in the decay that radiates from each thing like a star.

5

Beyond the perimeter of windows the sky is faceted like a gem.  Sometimes the image separates into long thin strips.  One by one they disappear, core samples drilled by a future ship and pulled up to where it lay.  In my dreams I go out to a continuity shot through with holes and look down the see the past.  The future has no image: there is no reason to look up.

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