FrankensteinsCyborg, "Acetylsalicylic acid," 2015
The world is too large and complicated for me to attend it whole; all I can grasp are the small, least significant facets. My arms and shoulders ache: that’s one instance of what my attention can encompass. A small dog is smiling, panting from the heat of the day—that’s another. The plumbago, blooming, may be more significant than the other facets, having stolen bits of the summer sky for bees. Or perhaps not. My bias towards beauty leads me into errors of the von Restorff kind, giving those beautiful things I see primacy, foregrounding in memory—a trick of the light, at play with the mind. But if a gem's beauty begins with the path light takes through its facets, no wonder I find, even in this cut and ground-down world, beauty everywhere, light spilling from every facet, every facet a prism to parse the world into bright signals, breaking it open through us, moving light to full spectrum.