On closed spaces and open form(s)

"For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops. Sooner or later, one day, this pounding action will cease of its own accord, and the blood will begin to run toward the body's lowest point, where it will collect in a small pool, visible from outside as a dark, soft patch on ever whitening skin, as the temperature sinks, the limbs stiffen and the intestines drain.[…]The moment life departs the body, it belongs to death. At one with lamps, suitcases, carpets, door handles, windows. Fields, marshes, streams, mountains, clouds, the sky. None of these is alien to us. We are constantly surrounded by objects and phenomena from the realm of death."

Pondering on the phenomenologies of the formality of frozen fields in regards to freely unfolding (new) form openings, Sam Renseiw quotes a short passage from K.O Knausgaard's own struggle (Book 1) while unraveling the latest docu-voodle clickable above-with fine soundtrack from kres5jik underlay; [patafilm # 869, 05'31'', 186MB, Quicktime/mov, other version at Bliptv.