Monday 19 March 2012

Immersed in a nuance of tungsten we look out for nature and all its wonderment,
Packaged in squares of plastic transparency we weigh it, pay for it, breathe in deep so as not to waste it,
Then another square of a certain transparency speaks to us, flickers at us until a remote control controls remotely.
And as we breathe nature in further in a scatter of halogen, we notice that this disembodied vision is likely to happen all over again and we reach for a square of reflective packaging, and the halogen hits the surface and the contours are warping and scattering.
We graze on the reflective squares content, one square meal.
We gaze at the square pixels on a square area, it illuminates, speaks to us,
we touch screen.

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