even*cleveland turned five this week, a number that seems impossible to me. Blogging has always struck me as a truly temporary activity, like building a house of cards, so many little pieces artfully piled, repeating patterns of thought and interest suspended in time. Arranging all the pretty scraps and fragments was supposed to be the catalyst for something more, but along the way it became the thing itself. My day job is now a blogging job, which is awesome but a little unnerving. Sometimes it feels like I may have invested in becoming a Betamax repair man.
Louise Bourgeois: He Disappeared into Complete Silence, 1947. Via mythology of blue.