AUDREY T. CARROLL

Temporal TractionWhat I think: I need to sit down and decompose for a little while.What I mean: I need to sit down and decompress for a little while.To be alive is to be composed, an equaland opposite to the process of the underground,The visual inevitable: a figure in a fitted tuxedo conducting a composition with the magic of a wand, bringing to life sound on a whim, a magic trick when the orchestra is hidden in darkness and shadow, even in a synesthesiaof colour and light To be alive is to be a composite, a tumbleweed of moss gaining traction more and more each day, building upon itself with any debris that may be in its way until it is more detritus than its original core, and more and more until—A pinnaclea slowing, a sedimentary rock in reverse: that which was once bouldershrinking and shrinking against ravages of time water weather soil turned acidic untilthe composed is unshackled from this life, freer and freer, riding as the wind blows, currents invisible to the naked eye redistributing that-which-was into that-which-shall be—Which is to say: the process of decomposition
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