His eyes were deep, far too deep. They were the depth-less drugged eyes of the somnambulist. They were like a well I read about once. It was nine hundred years old, in an old castle. You could drop a stone into it and wait. You could listen and wait and then you would give up waiting and laugh and then just as you were ready to turn away a faint, minute splash would come back up to you from the bottom of that well, so tiny, so remote, that you could hardly believe a well like that possible.

Raymond Chandler

Language, Quote

I Am Sitting in a Room

Art, Language, Sound

After Alvin Lucifer’s famous work: I am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the written letters of my handwriting and I am going to write over the letters again and again until the inherent strokes of the letters reinforce themselves so that any semblance of my handwriting, with perhaps the exception …