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"I have of late, wherefore I know not, lost all of my mirth. And indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame here seems to me a sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire. Why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals!...

I've never been good at waiting. It's like constant Song to the Siren over here right now.  It's interesting that both inhaling and exhaling are opposite in function but similar in purpose. Taking things in, it's new and fresh. Then, the pause. This indefinite period makes all the difference before any sort of release. Any sort of understanding of what could happen next. Just add some overthinking, a gutteral sound, and a lack of patience. The Long Moan. Day-counting and kopfkino. 

Count the fingers on each new hand as this time there may be more of them, or too few. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a finger. Amongst several of my strange cognitive habits, lies my finger-counting woe. I can't look at a photograph with hands present without counting the fingers. It's as if I'm guessing something is immediately off, or that I'll be caught off-guard, so it's an internalised safety mechanism. I don't know where it came from, or where it ends. Do we all have the same amount of fingers? Why do we trust...

FRESH OFF THE PRESS! NEW LIMITED EDITION SCREEN PRINT. 27 signed prints of metallic ink on heavy black paper - you should see it shine! Available now here on my site and this weekend at #berlingraphicdays ! - The event invite is here.  The Printing was done here in Berlin by the wonderful guys at Black Ink Press.