Midnight ramblings
I'm sending out words and images and have no record of them. It's weird in the day of emails and computers to send out a hand written letter and not be able to reread what you wrote. I could have copied them out verbatim before I posted them, or photographed them or scanned them into the pc, but I wanted to remember what it was like not to be able to do that. Somehow I think it makes it more intense; you need a kind of clarity so that you can follow the thread, so maybe you take more care about how you remember it and in some way that lodges deeper in the mind. Or maybe it's just because of the nature of the person I'm corresponding with; our reactions to each other's letters are just so visceral and that's what you remember, rather than actual words or pictures. Maybe I don't have a clue what I'm on about and should just go to bed, we are, after all, supposed to be setting up this correspondence as an installation tomorrow and I can hardly keep my eyes open. Help!
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