ABSTRACT
This piece writes with the elemental in a walk’s encounters or a winter’s skid. A thisness momentarily skews experience in the making; consciousness and the non-conscious co-compose at an edge; feeler and felt are mutually included. The elemental is a movement of involution, an immersion in a hue, the sensation of a disturbance, the non-things in which things form, a fugitivity experimented. Speaking elementally, you speak not as the representative of a common rational discourse, but as a you absorbed in the effort to convey.
