I'm just jotting things down here, relaxing a writing muscle that has been tense for a while. There'll be errors, generalisations, stupidity and maybe embarrassment.

Images look thin on the computer screen, they don't look like shadows or projections, but something else (I'm referring here to a text by Paul Chan). I just walked into the lounge room and the door on the microwave was left open, this is what it looked like