#so casually

she’s trapped in an endless-line cycle and there is no escape, in that she’s held there by love. and so she starts to understand, starts to ask, how you could possibly have too much life? what about love?

when she’s handed the answer; bruckman's tender quip passed along in fellig's burden. immortality as greek tragedy, tithonus and his woods.

spirits take up tenancy in her living room. she chases more, with her obsessive seeker, who can't see them. she takes a tape recorder and camera, and bears witness to the corporeal bodies she deconstructs.