M. Kitchell

Reading notes:

The appearance and disappearance of containers as spaces to hold living things and the inanimate. Body as container, also container as holder of body. Tension between corporeal and 'other' ingredient(s) of existence. Buildings and the spaces around them, inside them. The light we lose in and out of childhood, what we try to regain through storytelling. Night is cold, thought lost by others but not lost. Coalescence into collective narration by a group of roaming children, a show more journey through rootlessness, unspoken yearning for home, home is with each other but continue to travel in search, or out of curiosity, desire for discovery. 'The Glow and Its Edges' (p. 52):

After we finish dinner, before we go to bed, we put on our fear masks so we can discover what the world of terror will be like. The masks become our face and we sit in upholstered chairs in a state of relaxation and calm. Our faces send signals to our brain and we forget about what we call the Real and we start to know Truth.

(see also p. 64: 'the glow of the form' and 'shape of space'), also 'there is no life without that which can be built'. Transience, life built in hotels broken into, open spaces, abandoned shack in desert. A plea, a desire to be heard, children seen not heard, observed by men (p. 73 'The park where the men wait'). Detached witnesses to disasters: fire, landslide, more fire. Separation of sound and other sensory stimuli from their meaning, dilution of meaning through repetition. The sun, the moon, light, light, always light, except when cold night. Curiosity, desire to slow time, death of childhood bringing new recognition, ability to describe love. show less

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