Letters to Him Who Hides Wastelands Within 2018
Automatic writing and drawing on semi-transparent paper
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There are heaps of debris piling up in our language, memory and thinking, obstructing our ability to symbolize, to grasp the complexity of our times. The wasteland grows and devastates, flattens, our inner worlds. This devastation is different from destruction because it is hidden; it is an existential alienation, a high-velocity expulsion of Mnemosyne, of memory, a forced fragmentation, a silent decapitation.