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The document exists within a moment. Perhaps a sweet moment.

And the moment exists within the skin of a document. Perhaps bitter.

Perhaps not. Yet you begin the undoing.

You unwrap this moment, and every moment you see. You can’t help yourself. This moment tastes like nothing you’ve tasted before.

 You’ve been out there working in the dark too long. You can’t see a thing.

You say the darkness is naked and for the darkness you must undo all of the moments.

You document everything.

And now look at you, at the very beginning of your moments.

In my very early twenties I drew two ink drawings titled ‘Fragmentary Moments of Momentary Fragments’ and ‘Momentary Fragments of Fragmentary Moments.’ As you might imagine the drawings were very similar.

One of the images used in this digital composition is Ancient Household, a 1945 sculpture by David Smith. I find David Smith’s line (particularly in his early work) strangely comforting. He seems to suggests a reality we once knew.

 & Also the Cathach of St. Columba, a 6th century Irish manuscript: https://www.ria.ie/library/catalogues/special-collections/medieval-and-early-modern-manuscripts/cathach-psalter-st

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The moments continue