LARD, DROWNING IN. The image is always before us. It haunts the spaces we move through, rotting for lack of care. Fills them with sounds and smells of unctuous flesh. LARD, DROWNING IN is the image of consciousness caught in the difference between fat and its image which structures the spaces of fitness we inhabit. Its spectacle is the taking on and going under of contradiction. Its sexuality arises through abjection, reaching at times for the beautiful, before descending again into despair.
KONEC is the one despised by the faithful of all faiths, the two or three who destroy the others’ tablets of values, the lawbreaker, the creative one. Companions the creative one seeks and not corpses, nor herds and believers. Fellow creators the creative one seeks, who will write new values on new tablets.
