sometimes there's very little to say. what presents speaks too coherently to expand upon in any way that means anything of itself. the difference, here, is that it's especially hard to apply the now, where i am and where we are; even in its time...

it truthfully should've gone further. if you dream of impenetrable art to those that are criticized in this scattered set of pieces, you might as well take it to the ends of the earth too. but that in no way means there's nothing of significance...