"marvellous"

There are two ways for me to tell if i’m scattered all over the place like the yolk of a poached egg:
- whether my nails are long and polished, or short and chipped
- whether I remember to take my keys, cash and notebook, and our meeting, or not



Here is an excerpt of my notes from my visit to the AGO’s ‘Surrealist Things’ exhibition, unmodified:

“Such funny animals we are...perfectionist creeps. And every few decades we panic: individually, or as a whole generation, society, country, specie...
We wonder: has art ended? Are newspapers dying? Does democracy work? Is earth perishing? Are morals reliable? Is god irrelevant?
And occasionally, those that point to these intangible predictions and/or realizations, raise controversy and perhaps at some point forget all about it and become commercialized.
We are such peculiar mammals, seize-lessly and over-zealously yearning to discover and be the first one to invent a new color.
We divide and kill, accumulate and capitalize...we fetishize and learn and break, all the while floating in an anxious mortality; counting days, minutes, decades, centuries...and even attempt to foreshadow the absolute quantity of death, finitude, and infinity.
I know all of this, and yet, leaning on the museum wall and splashing a Dali tester perfume on my shall, I can’t wait to read this to you.
Such peculiar animals we are,..."
- May 12 2009