Time stretched like a rubber band, time compressed like sawdust with coal, pushed us around the world, in basements and corners. Someone in sharp corners where there is no heat and light. Someone under three hundred and sixty degrees in the wind.
The corner of time - cuts, crushes, maims us.Time corner - collects, forms, frees from bonds.
We are free artists at the tectonic break of history. We go through the hell of time with paper and faith.
We are looking at the future from a new angle with the country.
Time is everything we have. The corner is everything we hold.