![]() | ![]() Damon Krukowski The Image The image enters your life in an unobtrusive manner, buries itself under the skin, and resurfaces at a moment of lightheartedness. But then it turns and burrows so deep it can no longer be seen, or, if seen, is unrecognizable. In a dream it reemerges: chimera-like, it is comprised of the many images with which it has since come into contact. Clinging to its edges, like seaweed, and to its surface like barnacles, are the strings and cankers of fear and anxiety. Its face is horrible. Its absorption is now complete, and irrevocable. You are made up of such images, you encounter new ones at a tremendous rateŠ Next |