Philip Hinge

"What never to say? Hang in there.

She thinks of Freud.

I think of Thek.

The end of life paintings.

A picture of the thin white duke on hands and knees in a tailored suit. Religion for people who fear hell, spirituality for people who’ve survived it. Straining to define it.

Do totems work?

Under a tin fleur-de-lis ceiling—royalty, purity and light. A birth right. A drop ceiling is a sordid ceiling, isn’t it? In church basements, in doctor and dentist offices ceilings undyingly drop. You can’t slacken under a dropping ceiling. You can’t sleep like a baby. Wild-eyed, keep me safe.

Do you believe in epigenetics?

Design a mobile to hang above a child’s crib.

Close eyes, decorate."

—Marin Kosut