The Armature Intramodal
Dec 8, 2022
“Always and forever more…I called to say I am on the way.”
“I stand outside under broken leaves…”
The transparent phonemic nomenclature of airport signs puzzled Case. In a great way. They simply regarded their environment with motherly authority. << Design. Common. Robust. >> White morning sunshine. White morning glint. Air. Wind. Cold. And warm for knowledge. — (this is one of the secrets to Case’s/Johnny Kaze’s patience.)
So, as the story went. The story about intramodal wasn’t too good. But, anyway, Miss Mommy Albatrosses would rise once again; and, do, everyday. “Just like Case’s punctuation. There for a reason.”
The intramodal, the double holospace, the andrei gursky/tarkovsky had come down. And we would rebuild it.
