artifece

art’s as excretion as excess, as non-nutritive content processed and compacted; what the, daily, eye collects, sorts, rejects, re-collects as twin garbagemen scrabbling among the hourly accruing detritus empire itself collects. a memory’s what’s placed – upon a curb, a shelf, a container, packaged and plastic as any commod(e)ity. a thing’s placed’s ready to use, as memory, to re-member the present; that’s nostalgia’s utility. the consumer object’s always a recollection, an appeal to remember what’s lost in having.