I want to invent some way of erasure, some clean means of not a cruel destroying, but a blanking out and clearing out and getting rid and removing, or of creating space, and nothingness.
If I were an artist I would be an artist of emptiness only, of barren galleries and blank crevasses; if I were an architect I would buy buildings only to raze them, to put up nothing in their place; if I were I writer I would publish books that were not just blank but pageless; if I were a musician I would be mute. The world feels too full already, and yet everyone seems to be seeking means for more novelty, more energy, and more.
I seek instead for the lacuna. I could gracefully erase, or be erased, what a blessing that would be. Nothing can be undone, nothing, and this is horrible and fascinating and oh, thank God, a truth.