“Memory is the one true agony carried in the body.”

Doug Rice’s An Erotics of Seeing is witness to the purest of all enigmas, memory.

I take slower steps, wander the streets of Mexico City, look closely at small things. Forgotten things. Remembering beauty.

“Ghosts haunt the streets, the alleys. Words replace people. Names.”

“Most times, a word never becomes more than a shape to fill a lack.”

I see you. I practice seeing you.

I will see you again.

We are left with an image locked in our mind.

Every day it changes, but it’s always just right. Perfect.

“A blind man sat beside me on a park bench, rubbing his thumb into a photograph. Rubbing away what he was afraid he might see, even in his blindness.”

“No remains. No traces . It had all been left on the street.”

“You look into a photograph too long, too hard, and you steal the very soul of the photograph.”

“And the photograph itself begins forgetting.”

“Got nothing more to say. Nothing more can be said.”

“Language is born out of absence.”

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