10.14.2015 My feeling now is that iclock.com, this archive of images and writing, recently exceeding 2500 images over seven years, is more *me* than the person typing these words because the writer, sitting here at a terminal, on this evening in October, is only one entry, one moment, one day, one sample; while in contrast, the archive shows many sides, differing aspects, can be examined in detail, covers moods, emotions, seasons, passage of time, and style transitions; the disembodied body of art, the sum total and online presence becomes the deep, multi-layered knowing of my self.
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