A poem about the love of error.

• all that is deviant, erroneously acceptable. Gives the completely unexpected and new. Which only remains to be accepted, or not.
• To reject is easier, leaving the dogmas, the postulates of the familiar present.
• To accept is to enter into interaction. To explore, expending resources. To try to determine the object's place in the world. A place where it will be relevant and explainable. For when there is an environment for an existing error, an explanation, and understanding of the technology of what happened. The error becomes an approved form that has a right to live. In this way, the deviation paves new roads. But only if this is given meaning, which in turn gives confidence in what is happening, and thus creates essence.
• This is why I have confidence in every form of visual communication that I create. Every time I like to walk on the edge, I leave clues for the eye to latch on to. Who already knows so much, and can become more.

Wrong shadows. The wrong colors. The wrong touch. And there's left. And there you can see.

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