One Can Find Traces Of Every Life

... This Is The Paradox Of Vision: Sharp Perception Softens Our Existence In The World.

At The Museum A Troubled Woman Destroys A Sand Painting Meticulously Created Over Days By Tibetan Monks. The Monks Are Not Disturbed. The Work Is A Meditation. They Simply Begin Again.

Language Is Filled With Words For Deprivation Images So Familiar It Is Hard To Crack Language Open Into That Other Country The Country Of Being.

Every Time I Deny Myself I Commit A Kind Of Suicide.

Ordinary Women Attempt To Change Our Bodies To Resemble A Pornographic Ideal. Ordinary Women Construct A False Self And Come To Hate This Self.