SYMPATHY FOR THE ABYSS

locking back in so i can watch 100 movies this year. may was ??

an accumulation of features on an uncanny face. walls accumulating into rooms. rooms that accumulate endlessly on top of each other. words on looping tape, greeting after greeting, language after language, communicating nothing. behaviours accumulating into patterns, patterns into self-schemas.

possessions accumulating into a hoard.

how did it start? who kept adding to the pile? it's not intentionally constructed but it's there anyway. piece by piece. wall by wall. room by room. it exists and now you can't take it back.

a monster as the distortion of the self. a hoard as the distortion of the home. a furniture stage room as a distortion of a life. even mary's shopping channel therapy schtick is a distortion of real healing.

the more you add, the emptier it becomes. with every loop the words mean less.