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Theoretically layered, where meaning isn’t spoon-fed but forced through interpretive labour. I'm actively engaged in constructing meaning from chaos that at first seems unnecessarily rambunctious; however, I find myself less engaged where other parts lack this complexity. The work is a practice in Bolaño’s idea that without this chaos, life becomes reduced to mere economic and functional terms.

‘The—time he almost drowned was when he went with some fishermen to cast nets across from the Village of Blue Women. It was—dark—fishermen began to talk about the lights that moved at the bottom of the sea. A redemption that smelled of peat smoke, of cabbage soup—A redemption that smelled of mirror, he thought, nearly choking on his bread. ‘I read Goethe until I couldn’t read anymore (Goethe, of course—is infinite)’’