MOI STRIVES TO BE NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS THAN A ... "BLANK PAGE"

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Even now the century advances toward you its pseudo-romantic indoctrination to the dénouement a Sunday drive makes of one’s fatalistic sense of destination. Eileen Tabios Avenue is, of course, composed entirely of concrete, another neo-realist line on the abstract canvas of the earth. The Decorator Extends Her Arm Upward? The Underside of a Praying Mantis as Seen Through a Pane of Frosted Glass? No, she’d prefer for her titles a world free of affect, as one unknowingly stumbles onto the perfect stage by attributing captions to an otherwise blank page.