You can’t trust an empty space to exemplify anything. Walking into the railroad rectangles, drawing depth through the eyes by division, the eraser generates an endless shh and squeak of comics. The carpet’s offspring, a slip step, observing the creation of atoms and names, overdevelops the balloon photographs until all meaningful action and relationships are cancelled. Someone in a subway, somewhere, connects on constituent particles the abstract and the infinite particular while electric tablets are broken down into cameras. The undulation of an antique piece of string. Can the periodical consume the detailed illusion or scar the face within a blanking gray? Delineating spiders, stray necklace, overhead projector, primal worms believe in laughter, the obverse basket of a pretty silhouette, ballerina signs for box-cars, straying pulp of ballet fingerprints. Children reinvent forgetfulness every morning. Oh, super-outline, superimposition, theory and chaos of forms, remember again why the painters haunt us, where the limits of signature and implication overlap, and why the text is daily crucified.