I do something with things that, in the normal world, gets called “upcycling,” but in the psychic world — the one that works 24/7 behind our backs — is a very slow attempt to repair certain micro-fractures in our tolerance for being ourselves. Because it’s precisely there, in the space between “an object” and “living with that object,” that the whole drama takes place: the small, barely perceptible movements thanks to which a person stops feeling so painfully disposable. Upcycling — a nice, eco-friendly word — is here more like a kind of emotional lamination, layering on meaning so we don’t leak through.
[
[
[
]
]
]
trashka_pl 