Ghost: Frozen Hour Glass
Time frozen, not lost, given, an eternal touch, held down, held up. Romance any memory, any love, any death, any child, any great act, any act of terror. Freeze it. Flesh. Blood. Stone. A lover’s lips fixt, intransient, eyes locked. Locked into an “ever”. This could get boring, very boring. Hour glass in the window cell, who will break, who will release you? This is unfair imprisonment! This is art. Is it art? The illusion - Time - gone still. I want to hold you forever. No. I do not. I do want to slow time. I do want to slow. I do not want. I do not. I do. I.
Vitrine, apartment building, 22nd Street, next to Social Security Offices at Valencia, San Francisco.