TURNING INWARD, PERSONIFYING THE ERRAND by Anthony Cinquepalmi
We start with a good amount of language: I want people in my life. Hoping to elucidate, consult with a more spiritual narrative, we make the changes (the groundwork always laid by casting out), and whatever part of the world in question, the unit, unchanged, of desire is a measurement of its force on the object; we are left with a leaner sentiment, if not figurative, a quick calligraphy of cedar trees, wine splotch on paper—in effect—, fewer words: People in my life. We start again.
