space

We spin on a globe through outer space - space out there, beyond this space and the space beyond this space again. Spaces within spaces spinning, contracting and expanding. A vacuum of voids. A boundless three dimensional thing entwined with time.

When you read my words, are we in the same space? White space? Blank space? Potential space?

‘Man makes his appearance on the surface of a celestial body in an existence commingled with that of plants and of other animals. This celestial body appears at some point of empty space, in that immensity revealed at night, driven by a complex movement of dizzying speed: gun shells are a million times slower than the earth in gravitation around the sun and the set of planets encircling the central galaxy.’

George Bataille, October: 75

At the base of the steps at the Vico, a large rock sits nestled into the right where I like to sit. Land creeps in from both sides of your eyes but ahead there is nothing. The line of sea and sky meet in blissful blues and weighted greys to an expansive canvas. Sitting on this rock, staring at the horizon in its uncontained shimmering makes me feel like I’m looking back in time and space: to what was before there was nothing. This illusion of unity where the two never meet but that doesn’t matter because every glance at that view is dripping with the potential of wholeness. Sometimes, I feel included.

‘But in any present moment there is always something to attune to, always the literal registering of forms and forces that bring you into the situation or haunt or offer solace or float lightly around the room or whatever. There is always the living through things. The states of expectation or disgust. The moments of arrest that mark a recognition or just the habitual pause in a tempo. All the sidling up to things, the serial immersions in one thing after another.’

Kathleen Stewart, Attunements: 451-452

You need to prepare something for a public space

What does that even mean

‘The precariousness of a universe like ours is reflected in the way it looks, and the immensely long detonation time of the spiral within which we rotate is due merely to the incomparable immensity of space involved. The underlying nature of the world from which we come is that of an explosive rotation of matter, nonetheless.’