The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

November 13, 2004


difference between one sort of object and another

1	ftp asondheim.org
2	ls
3	strings object1.png > aa
4	strings object2.png > bb
5	diff aa bb > cc
6	wc cc
7	pico cc
8	h

3,32c3,16

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< *MSh

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> (mte > Iv#h > sQ$R > GQ48 > wK;d > !W29 > 2jnkcs > 8WXD\c > VInP) > PA+A
> _mOt > |e%7 > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A
> 3(<@5 > Zh%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%( > `W?, > U5+% > PA+A > *h%(T
> PA+A > PA+A > YP#} > PA+A > ,sPwr+ > 7ysa > z>?/X > PA+A > H?5*h%(T >
_D#_ > ?St+/O > k9d5 > j7x^ > PA+A > kc%` > *h%(T > *h%(T > PA+A > B%(T >
*h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A >
*h%(T > PA+A > *h%(T > PA+A > uAGq > RAT#" > </.r > <+V+> > pQ0' > Z|]D >
qQlN > ?Vt: > +:jK= > jIt4*. > 8>== > V?V' > =3c< > obf^ > F#], > Y]\j >
IDAT|urrB > ,[~_ > g)f- > '''dh > */uz > h"\# > kVw] > W&So > UMSR > xs@*u
> dYFD > F#^s > [r/J > V4M5 > CRoRtt > c".@G > (=M[ > Av|u: > P#iH

14	diff object1.png object2.png > dd

Binary files object1.png and object2.png differ

_

If this were a suicide note, I would leave you my all. You would hear my
voice in it, you would speak me as I have spoken to you, for the last
time, and the words, the words would resonate in familiar tones uniquely
my own. You would hear the silence after the speaking, and you would hear
nothing else, nothing from me, but these words, over and over again. You
might speak, but I would not hear. You might reach out to me, but I would
not be there. I would not have known your new day, or the way you would
read these lines, or even the smallest, simplest word, you might say, upon
their completion. Such sadness, such anger, would not be mine, would not
be of me, would not be anywhere. If this were a suicide note, you would
read the lines and read between them, and even if I explained, you would
look for a clue, for anything, that might give you guidance in these dark
times. And I would not know what you have found, or the truth of it. I
would not know your longing or your speech, or the day after the restless
night, or the day after that. You would read these lines, perhaps, hearing
me ever more distant, losing the accent, the intonation, the last
intonation and the last accent, losing everything of me as time passed, as
you passed as well. What of the next week, the next Thursday, the next
Tuesday, the next 3 a.m. in the morning. What of the page and the paper,
what of my tears perhaps, my despair perhaps, and my voice ever so longing
as you would be longing, fading from the letters, peeled from them. You
might speak, and I would not hear, and you might whisper to yourself, and
I would not be beside you. You might call out my name, and I would be
nowhere, and I would be nowhere and nowhere and nowhere. Perhaps you would
want this note to never end, my voice to never end, but there is the
passing, not of your choosing, but as if it were mine. And you would hear
me, and you would not hear me. And longer, and you would not hear me. And
longer, and there would be so much I would want to say, so that my voice
would once again be lively and just so, just a speaking of something,
perhaps, that we have seen or heard, something we have shared in common,
or that our voices makes commons of us. Perhaps a sigh or even the uncanny
silence of a smile, perhaps the silence still.


For Iris Chang

brokeboy
broketoy
brokejoy

http://www.asondheim.org/brokeboy1.jpg
http://www.asondheim.org/brokeboy2.jpg
http://www.asondheim.org/brokeboy3.jpg

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