After it is enough tags: desire vestigial fractal selves

More after. Spilling over. Landscapes of desires that have outlived their moment. I do not feel, but I know the decription. An afternoon spent practicing the act of handing over. So I exit now. I will measure the dimensions of my world. How do I hold things bigger than me in my mind? What are the limits? Lets see what we have here. We have concepts, we have strands of politics, we have yearning for fullness. A museum out of a slice of time. How does that work? Expansion. Generation.…