The debris left over from night, which I encounter on my morning dog walks.
Candy wrappers, drug baggies, liquor mini bottles, half pints, chip bags, cigarette butts, used condoms, hypodermics, dog shit.
The Sleep Dirt of an insomniac San Francisco.
Rustling, wrestling, and night sweating.
Day dreaming away the night.
It’s not the sharpness of digital images and movie projection that bothers me, it’s the way the technology handles the out of focus areas of the screen.
For me, the artifacting, ugly squares, and other pukey patterns formed in the indistinct areas of the projected image distracts me from what is being projected.
Like the compact disc, there is an arbitrary level, after which detail is discarded, and that sudden dropoff can be disconcerting.