paper_burns_so_fast fyn gula what is it we try to avoid? ignoring the obvious beauty in the attempt to uncover something not actually there, we meet electronic ghosts deciphering an empty meaningless agenda. and so, in the effort to re-enter my own life, i crawl out of the hole i fell into, dragging with me volumes of documents written in a language that must be translated. who is it that speaks this foreign tongue? i look in the mirror to find him and he is simply not there. instead i pile them into one massive, tangled web of exclusion and light the match. 020225 ... birdmad what_would_you_save_if_your_soul_was_on_fire 020226 ... blue sky with clouds the moment. the ones who are films, frame by frame, or fotos in clever 'zines, or on stucco walls where the shadows of trees fall across them. 020615 ... ever dumbening i roll up the 2' X 3' sketch and place it in the heart of the Forbidden City, soon to burn. the letting go a level removed, for plastic and glass and nylon burn very slow indeed. a thick cloud of incense smoke and its thousands of orange light-point sources, a fitting prelude to a conflagration of symbols. 020908 what's it to you? who go blather from