after paintings by Piet Mondrian
The pier and ocean. What has happened here? What freedom is it that we’ve won now the ocean overwhelms the pier? The pier is gone, or almost gone, the lines that it was made of more or less disaggregated now till all we have are plus and minus signs, a meaningless eolian effect upon the waves. Is this what we’ve become? No sun, no sky, no water we’re familiar with, only broken-up geometry that bears no trace of what we’d been. We left the pier behind, what it was worth we didn’t know, and now we are at sea.