Considering the birdlike monoplane gliding away like ten fingers, I’m off-on visualizing critique
as poetics done by hand. A thought cartoon I initiate:. The off-on hand switch serves as a drawbridge to ethnography. When the bridge is open, Waiter,

there’s a figment in my soup. The quartet’s on a mission; higher up, wait staff’s part doodle /

part association we can void

as we have a hoist to operate disentanglements by hand.