Mindscapes

All’uomo sensibile e immaginoso, che viva, come io son vissuto gran tempo, sentendo di continuo e immaginando, il mondo e gli oggetti sono in certo modo doppi. Egli vedrà con gli occhi una torre, una campagna, udrà con gli orecchi un suono d’una campana; e nel tempo stesso coll’immaginazione vedrà un’altra torre, un’altra campagna, udrà un altro suono. In questo secondo genere di obietti sta tutto il bello e il piacevole delle cose: Trista quella vita (ed è pur tale la vita comunemente) che non vede, non ode, non sente se non che oggetti semplici, quelli soli di cui gli occhi, gli orecchi e gli altri sentimenti ricevono la sensazione.
Giacomo Leopardi, Pensiero n. 1118, in Zibaldone, Roma, Newton Compton, 2001

To the sensitive and imaginative man, who lives, as I have lived for a long time, constantly feeling and imagining, the world and objects are in a certain way double. With his eyes, he will see a tower, a countryside, with his ears he will hear the sound of a bell; at the same time, with his imagination he will see another tower, another countryside, he will hear another sound. In this second kind of objects lies all the beauty and the pleasure of things: Sad that life (and such is life commonly) which sees, hears, feels just simple objects, the only ones that eyes, ears and other senses perceive.
Giacomo Leopardi, Pensiero n. 1118, in Zibaldone (translated by Andrea Borin)

 

Part I   (2015-2016)

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music

Not innocent enough

Not permitted to live out in public view

Strangers to myself (or the usual confabulation)

First date worries

A portent, early in the morning

Part II   (2019-2020)

An internet of things

Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
Need to contaminate, to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless
...
(Reptile by Nine Inch Nails)

Lust, Surge, Heat [repeat]

Fear the Goddess of all desires

Me too, I'm a peripheral creature

I was a child in a kingdom by the sea

On the origin of anxiety

Sensing things before they happen

Our history does not determine our destiny