recuerdos de everyday occurance
George Brecht passed.
One of the small group of Fluxus thinkers I pretty much wet my pants over.
And so I will tell the story of my trip to vegas, which was entirely unremarkable save for one small, perfect miracle:
A wind storm blew in (I had known it was coming but not what it would bring).
Sun reflected off the mirrored glass along the top floor of the building I was staying in.
It was cast in a strange crescent on the concrete facade of a nearby building.
As the wind blew, sometimes in rolling gusts along the length of the building, sometimes in uniform blasts across the entire building at once, the glass (remember it's a liquid) would focus and defocus the reflected sunlight on concrete in a soft almost repeating pattern over the shape of the crescent.
It's the most beautiful thing I've seen in years I think.
One of the small group of Fluxus thinkers I pretty much wet my pants over.
And so I will tell the story of my trip to vegas, which was entirely unremarkable save for one small, perfect miracle:
A wind storm blew in (I had known it was coming but not what it would bring).
Sun reflected off the mirrored glass along the top floor of the building I was staying in.
It was cast in a strange crescent on the concrete facade of a nearby building.
As the wind blew, sometimes in rolling gusts along the length of the building, sometimes in uniform blasts across the entire building at once, the glass (remember it's a liquid) would focus and defocus the reflected sunlight on concrete in a soft almost repeating pattern over the shape of the crescent.
It's the most beautiful thing I've seen in years I think.
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