And we: spectators, always, everywhere, turned toward the world of objects, never outward. It fills us. We arrange it. It breaks down. We rearrange it, then break down ourselves.

April 2008 — REPRODUCED FROM THE BEST AVAILABLE COPY

60 pages, 205 × 280 mm, dyeline print.

The script for David Lynch’s Blue Velvet was diazo printed then marked up according to film industry conventions. The text will eventually fade, leaving behind only the coloured notations – a kind of half-image residing somewhere/nowhere between script and film.