What it means to write about the year, the year passed by, in its displacement, that the year is displaced, years never escape us, we escape nothing but our attention of or towards them; to call them them is to regard them as figures, as fissures we jump, we leave behind, finding velocity in abandon, as if lobes, whichever ear, if not both, escape, un-rivet their attention.
[a new year at the tundras]
What it means to write about the year, the year passed by, in its displacement, that the year is displaced, years never escape us, we escape nothing but our attention of or towards them; to call them them is to regard them as figures, as fissures we jump, we leave behind, finding velocity in abandon, as if lobes, whichever ear, if not both, escape, un-rivet their attention.