Dissecting Dust
dust shimmering, gathering rhythms across timespaces
dust as imprints of time
dust as scars left from time
dusty textures as scars of the landscape
attention to dust draws our attention to its previous lives
attuning to the dusty scale syncs us to the timescale of ghosts
it is the dust that lingers in the air. of particulates that demand for emergency actions, but not as urgent as the need to continue modernising. it is the faint brown you see, like an instagram filter except muddier, more desolate. dust is what you cannot smell, what you sometimes glance, what is always most probably there
dust comes off from skin, dust whirls up from liminal sites, dust is the thing that you blow off books after picking them up again for so long, after having traded it for technology and gadgets
metaphorical dust buried in the tens of thousands images you have stored in your 256gb device, of dust laid in the billions of words circulating all around, pixels upon pixels churned up by hardware you can’t even begin to comprehend, dust of memories—personal, collective, material, otherworlds