a FLICKER-

It belongs to our eyes. It’s the information we see through our eyes. It travels in straight lines and bounces off mirrors. It’s developed through a stream of particles. It corresponds to the slits in our eyes. It springs off shadows and open spaces. It’s a radiance of energy. It does not need a medium to travel through, it rebounds from peak to peak. It’s the ultra violet colour energised by rapid movement. It’s scaled by kilometres. We can sense it through our eyes even when it’s pitch black. Our eyes absorb its presence. It runs in circular movements around our eyeballs. It’s deceiving and often lies to you.


A momentary flash of light. It moves back and forward very rapidly. It’s the frames that consist in a film. It’s an unsteady flash of light. The burn and shine with a wavering light. To disappear and appear after short moments. Alternating from light to dark. A quick show of something. Its the movement of light. It’s a light wave. A packet of energy. Its the colour of covering a flashlight with cellophane swatches of every colour. It’s a perfect absorption stronger than a crayon. It can pass through in a scatter. It captures the energy of light. It vibrates yet it’s constructed tightly. It jumps readily from fixation to fixation. It never penetrates yet trickles loosely. It never hits paper therefore we can read text.


A flicker tastes sour darting quickly across the tongue. A flicker makes you giggle as it jumps like a jester. It is as light and tight as a swimming cap. It is the colour of neon lights. It runs across your skin raising all your Goosebumps. It is buoyant and flouncy. It smells like acid and dissolves in a heartbeat. It behaves as up and down as a mood swing. It’s the cord hit by the vocal of a soprano. It’s the pitch hit by Ricky Ponting. It’s the vivid texture of a pixel.” It’s visible now and gone in a second, leaving no train it seems to belong in a another world.”(Anke Jakob) It leaves the fusion of a megapixel. It dances detached and disruptively. It flutters like fireflies. It has a mischievous way of thinking. It can weave and slide its way through any incision. However, it has this ironic distance. It’s ongoing addiction never letting it impede. It’s apparent yet precise.