I am gently encouraging myself to write an introduction to next Saturday’s symposium ‘How Do We Look?’. I have just typed the following. I am not going to use it. So, I am pasting it here. It makes no sense other than as a visual to help me think.
Imagine I find a hand-written love letter on the street in LA. I pick it up, and wilfully, misinterpret the letter as a love letter to the city itself. Not wishing to remove this letter from its original location (perhaps its author will return), I quickly write the contents of the letter. My new version is to no-one and from no-one. It is in my rushed handwriting and I do not know how much it bares resemblance to the original text.