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Walking down the street yesterday I realized that in one way or another when you zoom out just far enough, but not too far, and squint just a little bit that we are all inside of boxes.  The spaces we occupy all have tops and bottoms and font sides and back sides and right sides and left sides.  It just might be time to explore the idea of inhabiting spherical spaces or spaces derived from spherical projections or at the very least consider the possibility of thinking about alternate coordinates.

text - jeremy delgado
image - its everywhere, I dunno who made it.  View Larger

Walking down the street yesterday I realized that in one way or another when you zoom out just far enough, but not too far, and squint just a little bit that we are all inside of boxes.  The spaces we occupy all have tops and bottoms and font sides and back sides and right sides and left sides.  It just might be time to explore the idea of inhabiting spherical spaces or spaces derived from spherical projections or at the very least consider the possibility of thinking about alternate coordinates.

text - jeremy delgado

image - its everywhere, I dunno who made it. 

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There was this one time when I was living in Brooklyn and the subway was incredibly hot.  It can be accurately said that anybody who has ever lived in Brooklyn has had this same experience.  I was on the way out to go see a Mets game, I forget who they were playing on that particular day, you see, I don’t really follow sports much.  It was a thing to go and do in the thick of summer with some people that I had made friends with over the course of a few weeks.  This particular day beneath the city, as I was mentioning earlier was really, really hot.  I don’t know if it was just the fog accumulating on the insides of my glasses but it felt like something was in my eye.  In that moment when I had just realized something was in my eye a panic set in, it was the kind of panic that at least for me, only sets in when I get something in my eye and it seems like that the irritating object will never make its way out.  The panic really began to set in and my belly began to ache.  Between transfers I had to go up the stairs, take an escalator, walk through some corridors, go down some stairs and through a long corridor.  Somewhere between transfers and the long corridor the thing fell out of my eye leaving in its place a phantom irritant that caused my face to buzz with the electricity of nerve endings that had been over stimulated.  The deeper I wend down the corridor the hotter it got; besides the heat this corridor I was crossing through was very typical for a subway corridor someplace between Brooklyn and Mets stadium.  All of that changed when I turned a blind corner and the monotony of white tiles was abruptly disrupted by green diamond shaped tile motifs.  This new vantage point was different from the other tunnels I had been in, the corridor seemed to have no visible end the floor was very level and the path was a straight unending unwavering vector pulling me forward.  Curiously the ceiling in this new zone was six inches lower than the others.  It also smelled really foul, and the heat was’t helping much.  The left hand side of the corridor had two feet of dark tile as a cove base and from there white tiles with green pyramid shaped motifs all the way down.  On the right hand side was the same but between the green pyramid decorations were posters.  All of the posters had the same graphic and the only thing to differentiate them from each other was that every other poster was incrementally zoomed in.  The distinctive graphic design had a large black circle in the center.  After 25 posters the incrementally enlarged images all but showed a solid canvas of black ink.  As I walked down the corridor the panic from the thing in my eye subsided and I began to sweat in the hot corridor beneath the city.

text - Jeremy Delgado

image - Jeremy Delgado


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They jumped out of the window, actually it could be said that they jumped out of all of the windows, all at once, all over the world.  This particular jump was the crescendo to the performers celebrated career, and to this day they still plummet and the applause never stops.  The chapped clapping hands, those aching hands, all the hands in a sinuous pattern, multitudes of admirers hands throbbing with the rhythm of so many excited palpating hearts. X and I fell out of the great tower window their bodies beautifully twisted in classical form. True artists.  If you had the chance to witness that first moment as they simultaneously broke through the window pane, well, you too would be clapping.

As it is, here we are, the two of us in this strange poorly lit diner eating Entaoudiean pie, and that is the story of how X and I attained orbit.  That is why they spin around us still; their skeletons intermingled with those shards of colored glass gleaming in the moonlit night-sky for our entertainment.  

This is why here in this place we have no windows.  It is why we are beyond windows.

text - Jeremy Delgado

processing sketch - Raymond Delgado