Frame within the frame. Found in Centre Village headed toward Accenture. It is a window that opens out on an impassive cement wall, revealing only two white hubs to the eye hungry for landscape or incident. The modernist and ironist smiles at the collision between the instrument of vision (window) and absence of vision in any form (uninflected cement wall). Unfortunately, we are on a train called the Twenty First Century Limited, and it is most limited in irony, but also limited in an appreciation of the view. Look out the window of this train, and gauge the depth of our limits. I estimate about four feet in this instance.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Study in Grey
Frame within the frame. Found in Centre Village headed toward Accenture. It is a window that opens out on an impassive cement wall, revealing only two white hubs to the eye hungry for landscape or incident. The modernist and ironist smiles at the collision between the instrument of vision (window) and absence of vision in any form (uninflected cement wall). Unfortunately, we are on a train called the Twenty First Century Limited, and it is most limited in irony, but also limited in an appreciation of the view. Look out the window of this train, and gauge the depth of our limits. I estimate about four feet in this instance.
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