TAKA KONO
there is a limit to how we can
understand the movement of a flag


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land of the new moon /
bioremediation clay, duckboard, plastic toys
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space weather (I) /
microscope slides, found images, rubber paint
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there is a limit to how we can understand the movement of a flag (face) /
plaster, resin, synthetic dye
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i’m hungry in the dream. when i find a shop, there are two long silhouettes inside. i get closer, but my new placement triggers a reaction: one of them vanishes from the inside and reappears right in front of me. up close, i realize that the silhouette is actually not a silhouette, but a woman. she has wrapped herself in a blanket that looks very comfortable. i feel foolish for at least four beats. she beckons—i am being asked to go in the shop—with her neck, head jerking to the side.

then i am led through a spacious doorway, toward a different room, through a series of exponentially less spacious doorways, burrowing, in increments, toward the heart of the place. as i am walking i remember: there’s a chair where i am supposed to sit—it’s there, in the room.

moments later, i am in the chair. the woman in the blanket is standing. “i’m surprised you found me again,” she says. i don’t say anything, because there is nothing to say.

we exchange clothes. she proceeds to press her fingers into my neck, as if a chiropractor. my neck, it returns to normal. as this experience is coming to what feels like a finish, i notice the chair i’ve been sitting in. it looks like a barber’s.

d1: blanket woman by Rohan Mills from NORTH HEAD