This is breath-taking! Like waves lashing a dam, effusive, relentless and hopeless.
You are something else man, I kid you not.
When you shine I have to shield my eyes! That bright!
I’m not praising you, am eulogizing — it’s only in dying that anything is this decadent.
The sheen is unearthly, the scope disorienting.
Read like youthful love-making, hands everywhere. Sensations shooting up faster than you can hold and inspect, going from solid to vacuum in a breath. Carrying you along, no permission granted or requested and yet none the poorer for etiquette.
Wise and mocking, like all true philosophy. I like your art a lot.
Mike Essig — ‘Old-fashioned creativity, up-to date technology!’ — adapted from the guy who did my motorcycle inspection this morning.
What a world!