(2024. White City, London, UK)

I/m thinking about how I experience things

The experience/ the lens as to which I see and feel things

And I feel deeply/ what do I mean/ like how a warm micro sun revolves around the tender point in my heart

I feel it/ like a huge thing inside me on a microlevel it is that thing/ that atom that creates a bomb/ like

these Heats inside me/ that part I/ve never truly acknowledged or separated as a thought because it/s

always been me/ how can I separate me? But this me feels like something that is not necessarily me but

something that has evolved from a fragment of being punctured by a beauty that/ in it/s entirety/ would

have destroyed me/ in the sense that it would have made sense of everything. When we are/ because our

brain is not the Point/ our body is not the Point/ the Point I feel is this small microcosm that almost feels

as though it lives in a separate universe/ in a place that is not this place.

When I see works/ does the works connect me/ I feel and use this heat this heart

This small micro sun is used to approach the artists works

How do I explain/ how does one access this feeling/ does everyone have access to this feeling?

Is it necessary? To be seen/ artists works is important to see this if __ we are the reminders/

I think Doris Lessing/ when she speaks of the people who come down to remember what the mission

is/ it is vague what issue/