Patterns of interlocking numbers thread through Corella’s fabric in thin helixes and all I can think of is Yeats’ widening gyre and Russian roulette, though it is remiss of me to harbour such thoughts when I really mean to say that this shimmering checkerboard is just a figment of my imagination. Still, engraved bodies swell and bubble in what I can only call empty creeks where water evaporates in plain sight and memories sink out of it. High-performing modelling names this the corkscrew-effect, which I reckon is unfair on Cork and Corella.
Lovely lines, DH. Keep breathing. CH
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