he describes ad nauseam

he describes himself in 35mm art house vignettes

he describes himself as living in stop-motion re-photographed retrograde progress

he describes himself as minerals in water solute braced within a carbon matrix facilitated by a pulse of capillary tension and movement, a conscious embodiment of space carved out by time - where consciousness sloughs off and re-encumbers embodied fractions with a magician's sleight of hand; nerves twined in gaps between symbols; bones tensed beneath muscles; speech wasting in lungs

he describes himself as occasionally drawn to the cheap thrills of schadenfreude

he describes himself repeatedly, ad nauseam, without remedy on an empty stage under the big top, sotto voce amplification [damplification], every eye bowed and every knee closed [that's an old one]. as red-eyed woolen and dappled

he describes himself as enjoying museums as much for the people as the artwork

he describes himself as exhausted, spent, eager to pause in silence in nature and re-glue, re-stitch, re-paint pieces into a near-whole

he describes himself looking

he describes himself as a vessel of grief grieving