ending is a change

2008/Not adopting any method to be faster but clearer. Not adjusting according to what is.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Not adopting any method to be faster but clearer. Not adjusting according to what is.

drop something, pick it up

drop something, pick it up

drop something, pick it up

turn the lock, open the door

turn the lock, open the door

turn the lock, open the door

move the chair, sit on it

move the chair, sit on it

move the chair, sit on it

sit on a chair, straighten your back

sit on a chair, straighten your back

sit on a chair, straighten your back

do it backwards, open your mouth

do it backwards, think about your mouth

do it backwards, show me your tongue.

Finisterra, ending is a change.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Finisterra maailmanloppu the end of the world

It is in repeat, in repetition that is not changed, pattern that is not questioned.
A constant need for something, to be something with that something gained, that needs to be named.
What happens, what will I make happen in this idea of constant, a moment that is moving, a movement of individuals of constant, making moves to make a change that does not eventually end up changing much, or anything. The end of the world and a world is when worlds of mine and yours come to an end as they were, as we obviously have learned to know them and as we have lived them, in them. To live a world and to end a world as it is a possession and is many worlds simultaneously, ours. World is an it and them, an I, a persona. Worlds as minds and bodies, a body which we penetrate violently without reaching the world we wanted. Because we do not understand our hostility and our constant needs are not matched, strangeness of our own which is an obvious part of the world, the unknown. We escape it, because we are afraid of it. We try to possess and destroy strangeness of that other, but never of our own. We just silence it, the it in us, hide it to nonexistence and solitude.

Finisterra maailmanloppu the end of the world

| Henna Timanttimetsä

It is in repeat, in repetition that is not changed, pattern that is not questioned.
A constant need for something, to be something with that something gained, that needs to be named.
What happens, what will I make happen in this idea of constant, a moment that is moving, a movement of individuals of constant, making moves to make a change that does not eventually end up changing much, or anything.

The end of the world and a world is when worlds of mine and yours come to an end as they were, as we obviously have learned to know them and as we have lived them. To live a world and to end a world as it is a possession and is many worlds simultaneously. World is an it and them, an I, a persona. Worlds as minds and bodies, a body which we penetrate violently without reaching the world we wanted. Because we do not understand our hostility, strangeness of our own which is an obvious part of the world, the unknown. We escape it, because we are afraid of it. We try to possess and destroy strangeness of that other, but never of our own. We just silence it, the it in us, hide it to nonexistence and solitude.