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

As in: light-like curves that pass through the event will
be on the brittle surface of the light cones, and space-like curves
that pass through the event will be outside of them.
A kind of pubescence in action, then. Dice loosely
skewered on spokes of bikes and playing cards attached to the
forks of bikes to flap between the spokes of bikes to produce the
approximate sound of an emphysemic motorbike.
Still young enough for that.
Though tinsel tassels flowing out from the handlebars
loiter between curtain and stripper as they outstrip the event
and veer home to the TV.
O let me
speculating
the return: panel-beaten back to a factory-reset
flatness.
And depressing that tiny recessed mole on the back of
your thigh with an unkinked, plain metal paper-clip.
This kind of plasticity is a problem, you say.
To understand ‘flattening’ as any kind of return – to
think, then, of the primordial soup as a great frozen lake – with
all accompanying conceptual impasses – all the yellow colour
and all the yellow flavour sucked out.
Unblemished, you say, by reality or any kind of honk-