Remember how I used to cook things for dinner, and then I would come write about it on the internet, and we would chat? Yeah, me neither.
“Whinge: A Post.” 2012. Plastic, circuit board, solder, wire, flat-panel monitor. On loan from collection of the artist.
“Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.”
It’s a thing, really. I suppose it could be worse; I could be facing a Buridan’s ass, or some other whimsically-named dilemma that sounds like a Magic: The Gathering card. Not that I know anything about those.