The Territory Shall be the Universe...
Is what contracts say when their terms are made to apply to everything, everywhere. Usually these contracts concern belongings/property/resources/what's mine/what isn't yours.
Today is the day of Michael Jackson's funeral, so we're told. There will also be a lunar eclipse. Life imitating life. In each one of its maneuvers, exists all of its maneuvers, atomized into a unique proportion that allows singular identity/identification, i.e. everything is everything, i.e. I find it absurd and unmysterious...the dead and the abducted/fugitives/recluses, are not losses (completion is the true definition of loss); they are right in front of us, blocking us from ourselves with our own gazes, the orderly melodies of mobiles above cribs, remember those, shrill sounding menageries meant to distract us into internalizing them..So we reimburse ourselves for disappearances with symbolic behavior and this is comforting to such an extent that sometimes we even forget what we are trying to recover, so busy we become with the effort. This is how I talk myself into accepting the spectacular things I find grotesque, like funerals in stadiums on television. I think more than anything we crave the feeling of gathering for a common, legible purpose. When that purpose is a loss, we feel somehow more actual, more vivid in the act of compensation than in most others. Please be everywhere, we ask an icon, and could it be he obliges us by leaving
