‘The whole truth.’ But what if truth is fractured and fractal, what if it is expressed only in riddles and ricocheting fragments? Then it would be ‘the whole side of truth,’ like admiring a building from its northern face. Truth something like a building: we could go inside, or around it, or walk a distance from it and view it from there, or visit another altogether. The whole city and skyline, the whole of architecture? What is that? Oh, what buildings we have yet to enter and roam the halls of, what buildings we have yet to build!
Love the Dust 