The Floating World

Seiji Sano's A Moment of Silence (2004)

If Everything were turned to smoke, the nose would be the seat of judgement. Heraclitus, Fragment 37, translated by Brook Haxton.

Thus in the abysmal dark the soul is known by scent. Heraclitus, Fragment 38, translated by Brook Haxton.

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The demiurge carved the world in relief out of cherry woodblocks and set about printing an unlimited edition. Soon enough, however, he ran out of inks. The impressions degraded, the colors faded...

Glory to the man who dies wearing earthtones. It would be indecent to call attention to your corpse with pastels or neons. The earth would sooner recieve pink styrofoam.