Four year old Ian
on a tractor
with the sun in his eyes.

Would you like to pick a pumpkin
from the pumpkin patch?

"No."

Why not?

"I don't want to step on the small ones and hurt them."

Four year old Ian
on a bale of hay
with his hands stretched down.

Why did you help pull her up?

"So she can see what I see."

Four year old Ian
on a bus
mumbling something
at the passing cows.

What did you just say?

"I am a hero."

Why?

"I just am."




If you think it is possible
or if you think it is impossible,
it is. It is somewhere beyond
the black hole of subjectivity
and the white wall of the signifier.

"A truly perfect relationship is one
in which each party leaves great
tracts unknown in the other party ...
Only in the black hole of subjective
consciousness and passion do you
discover the transformed, heated,
captured particles you must relaunch
for a nonsubjective, living love in
which each party connects with
unknown tracts in the other without
entering or conquering them, in
which the lines composed are broken
lines. Only on your face and at the
bottom of your black hole and upon
your white wall will you be able
to set faciality traits free like
birds, not in order to return to
a primitive head, but to invent
the combinations by which those
traits connect with landscapity
traits that have themselves been
freed from the landscape and with
traits of picturality and musicality
that have also been freed from their
respective codes."
(Deleuze and Guattari, ATP)