For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins

lunted instruments. A pair of those snub-nosed metal scissors
to suit stumped, inelegant fingers. Only managaing to depress
the sheet of blue card: toothless scallops forming some careworn
pattern. As in, the depression in the pillow, the mattress;
the depression of eyeballs through eyelids with heels of hands
– they give, slightly, with a muscular wrench. An expression of
humour. Or tears, of course.
They say things’ll get better;
All I know is: they fucking better.
Or there’s this, off the top front of my head:
Frontal lobe (he healed the severed foot of a man who
had cut it off as a penance for kicking his own fucking mother!),
Cortex (also, preaching to the fish), Primary motor cortex (X,
in a moment of reflection, gazes idly at a kitten from the comfort
of a bed. The informal quality of her kicked-off shoes and
the soft way the kitten seems to blend into the wooden floor
connote the quiet and casual tone of the scene, a relaxed time
of serenity and ease), Precentral gyrus, (a Santa Fe Engine), M1
(Cracked Earth, Borego Desert), Brodmann area 4 (concerning
supression), Primary motor cortex (a tiny kitten, barely able to
open its eyes, mews in protest against the confinement of the
hands that hold it. To us, this squirming creature represents the
most positive, joyful thing there is. Being: NEW LIFE, BURST-
ING WITH PROMISE), Prefrontal cortex (before before Omaha
Omaha), Supplementary motor cortex (diagonal wish), Pre-