LIEBLINGSFARBE

One could say: there is colour, although limited. ( – How limited?) One could say: there’s no colour, but there is glow. We’ve gotten wounded by the world’s spasm, the long spasmodium – bland and heavy, and useful – and we’ve learned the stifling of the flame in its postconceptual prison. But we have memories. We do have our in-between channels, and part of the imagic noise around is the afterglow we keep pursuing. Radio waves. – Live transmission. – Screens, where microwaves (and ways) get interpreted – translating the beginnings.