Ryan Gander, The Mechanics of Form 1 (a, b, c) at Centre Pasquart, Biel
(via l-ll-lll)
I am glad that on the night my mother took my sister and I to a cheap motel on Foothill Boulevard, with no plans for the future except to help us escape from the the horror that our lives had become, there was no “Healthy Marriage Act” in place. I love my marriage, but my marriage isn’t everybody’s marriage: this bill assumes that all marriages are essentially the same. They are not. Some are prisons. When you need to get out of prison you don’t need two years to stop and reflect on whether you’ve done enough to make your cell look nice. You will be doing me, and children who live in houses where quick divorce would be the greatest blessing and the first I-own-this-and-this-is-mine step toward healing, a huge solid if you will write to Senator Allran and tell him respectfully and lovingly that this bill harms those who most need help. If you are able to share your experience of getting free, so much the better.
Hard even to contain how angry this makes me.
(via adornoble)
bro i love sport’s and women. i got to like 8th base with this hot babe “8th base whats that” she took me to the house she grew up in and showed me pictures of her dead relatives. We sat in the living room and she told me the stories of her life that lead to that moment. Like quicksand they, and that moment were gone and we left back into the cold world which we’d been spat into. It was raining
These two documents belong together because they tell me something about events and their citation. The first scan, a short list of citations, was a gift. The other two record the contrail of an ad hoc and short-lived intimacy with people, something I haven’t felt in quite that way ever before. I won’t explain either one. I have tried and I feel like I’ve only succeeded in damaging them, desecrating them. To give you context like that would be “gross.” Here I cite someone I won’t name and above I cite someone who I also won’t name. (In part because I forgot their names.) Among them I’d add jazzy and t before all this. They are part of a growing but incommunicable archive. Not that their words or their presence expired on the spot. It would only coarsen things to tell anyone though.
