with no centre, the only way to truly know where we are, is to know where everything else is

And as I continue through I find myself defending that which I cannot define. "Detest words"? An artist? But we can paint with such broad, sweeping strokes. Paint with a smile, let others deride.

So many artists make their mark without making a mark at all. Perhaps they frame the mark, perhaps they gesture toward it, perhaps they call upon it in a seance, perhaps the call it out from a pulpit, perhaps they crush it under the heel of their shoe, but it is no less art than a computer representation of liminal space.

Hate words; to void.