Graham Fulton
A gathering of Paragraphs, detached retinas of life rising to the surface from out of the black blur of memory. Brief encounters with astronauts, bats, writers and baboons; random files from long gone decades spent walking the everyday mad streets of home and the dead ends of scattered nations, dissecting and recording and forgetting whatever it is that makes existence tick. The human equation. Absurdity, anxiety, hilarity, compassion, loss, violence, beauty. Spidery Einstein trails of clues and symbols forever stretching out for an answer. Always intangible, always brushing the fingertips of our minds for a moment then spinning away into the dark.
