As Breton famously describes it in the first manifesto: ‘The value of the image depends on the beauty of the spark obtained; it is, consequently, a function of the difference of potential between the two conductors.’
One celestial body obscures another. Mugs of precious metals. Joined by the same curiosity that has us reaching for old notes in the street. Seasonal produce. Market dairy. Fridge for three. Dredging up the edges of something underwater, forgotten. Brutalist glassware, noir lighting, boiled wool. Reality, what can we do with it? Where is it in words? Faded maps, bed-linen. White ice...