From a soul is not made of atoms; exhibition installation, The Reach Gallery + Museum

interval i: creationism by any other name interval ii: there is always more some-where else interval iii: send me to where the weight of this world can’t touch me interval iv: here, where we starve, we see the workings of our comparative advantage interval v: the skies are alive; muffled cries interval vi: whose glory, and renown are spread o’er land and sea interval vii: that which is beautiful is never true interval viii: four years before, and 156 after the origins of the species and we’re still here interval ix: life is an act of consumption interval x: in my repetition I steal more time interval xi: this is how we dance under waves you cannot see interval xii: present for your infinite and indefinite pleasure interval xiii: a parliament of effective distances interval xiv: despite extinction I will return orderly, and predictable interval xv: these will never be banana leaves interval xvi: nothing is beautiful because it lasts interval xvii: space holds the boundaries of my imagination— I am anticipating things to come interval xviii: there are satellites in the skies, lasers on the ground, in the woods a silent spring all around interval ixx: gardens, gardens everywhere interval xx: this world will not die with us interval xxi: praise at the expense of your heart is never a worthy exchange interval xxii: the heat of the sun is you interval xxiii: we are our own ghosts interval xxiv: a spirit is meant to soar interval now: my spirit is heavy, sagging with spiralling tentacles—helium is a more direct way now—to soar; to see; to es-cape