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

Evidently, the flattening apparatuses must in turn be
flattened by other, greater flattening apparatuses. If we are to
maintain momentum.
Between twinned abrasive moons, perhaps.
And I want to say that you strike me as so terribly
fucking shallow to be going along with all this.
doesn’t mean I should be capable of exercising this
sort of power over you. I am little in control of my actions and
would hate for you to have been affected too deeply while I sit
calmly at the edge of the pool – breath entirely caught, mind
ponderous in the cafeteria already.
And it might be assumed that we are curved
by the presence of matter, of energy –
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– which, in our case, is to be metaphorically configured
as another apparent flatness.
A site we might reach through a dramatic rebuttal of
those external influences and focus, again, on the gravitational
seductions of our guts. O!
Let me.
And in the neighborhood, at dusk, time-like curves
(hunched beneath what, I swear, look like the weight of fucking
cowls) pass through the event while somehow remaining inside
the event’s past and future light CONES.