Routine 3 - Bowline Shimmy

)))))))))sound on(((((((( He’s dosed up on repeat. He thinks about a life where the high-end digital scanner meets the clunk and smudge of a material world. Where the certainty of horizontal ground is hastily tipped into a messy vertical fiction. He thinks about objects being flattened and given gravity’s downward tug into disorder. Some awkward compromises, between up and down, left and right, keeping-thinking-things-straight. He knows objects perform, spontaneity is staged, that improvisation becomes structure, structure becomes routine, and routine becomes a life. I say, ‘this is the one with the rope.’