Are these strange contraptions put on one’s head someone else’s eyes?
These miniature replicas of a culture’s highest death-checkpoints seemingly restore the beautiful insanity of a utopian/dystopian hour.
The old self will not survive the extreme temperatures of this remoteness
The operational logic of paganism is such that when a certain local god fails to deliver its graces, one can always switch to an alternative deity
These varied images (of flame, ignition, and fever) cannot help but capture the visual glory of environmental ruin
What does it mean to speak of beauty at the end of things? Is there not wonder at the sight of miraculous catastrophe?
They appear as hallucinatory vistas, these sites of devastated terrain