The last hours to pass and it’s that time and those moments that have passed that truly now present us with a simple fact, a simple simple simple whisper in outlet thoughts…
Or didn’t we
Create a difference in those 525,600 minutes that have passed?
mirror mirror on the wall
who is the brutest of them all
is it us that trigger it from childhood, or is it the child’s mirror triggering it all…
yes, in each one of you, the giant holds a place…
but I ask..
ever walked a line that had a reflective cross point through a hazy sight?
so reflective that one’s own breath is counted over and over through each walked upon threaded line…
the simple straight black lines of a BarCode,
the simple editorial link from a BarCode Reader to a small screen that bleeps away the price of passing items from the trolly of life…
the simple bleep of a heart beat that is turned on when we prince things in our lives, some places princes on far too many things, some, just on a single decision of a single breath….
tagging items in our lives
bleeping away the small zero measurements we see…
do we place a price on everything?
you ask it?
you realize it?
how do you price it all? or has it already been priced already?
the Price of Everything
Trailer by Sponge (www.spongechicago.com)
for Penguin Publishing