John Colosimo (colosimophotography.com)/ESO, "A Galactic view from the Observation Deck," 2015
This body, walking, contains and creates much too much information to share with you. If digitized, this walking— streamed to the cloud in a fine-grained flow of Big Data— would stop. The only cloud vast enough to hold this body walking might be the Large Magellanic. I need to be lossy in transmission, an imperfect translation of a physiology of forward motion (mine) on a sandy path (recollected) to language that elides as much as it reveals. Poetry is lossy, just like me. This self is not identical to this body walking; it’s constructed, compressed, an algorithm with which we can search for what’s needed to reconstruct the whole of this body, walking, stumbling towards what’s still unseen.