Drawn as it might be to the idea of death, the conscious mind cannot comprehend the thing itself, rendering it a black hole that consumes all imagination.
How do we accept the incompleteness of the universe itself — not merely our limited knowledge of it — without becoming lost in the arbitrary nature of meaning?
For the West, China is a cultural and political entity made up entirely of our projections. How can we think about it besides the materiality in which it steeps us?
Canonical gay art was once inextricably transgressive. Today, it’s free but saccharine. If, as artists believed merely decades ago, true freedom lives on in dystopia, who is today’s visionary Jean Genet?
