"The Deep Shuddering of Temporality"

...that's how I like my eggs, and they are always like that on a plane for some reason. No not really, the reason I'm posting this is because the artist Karen Kramer has ever so nicely quoted me to that effect in an interview about her film The Eye that Articulates Belongs on Land, which has in part to do with Fukushima. I would love to see it.