In Turner's scene, you see yourself as
barely there, racing to outpace the rolling
thunder that barrels toward you without
notice, as if you are of no significance.
And you ask me where I see myself in this
same frame, which part of the image most
resonates inside, brings to canvas something
of me that might otherwise be left unseen,
unrecognized, or unconfessed. I go down through
the list of options, questions, possibilities,
but nothing in the things you've mentioned
seems to be quite it. And yet, off to the left,
there seems to be a pale set of arches
with their feet set deep into the waters
of the river, and atop the arches, a flat
surface, where other feet can gather, watch
and cross...
-- after JMW Turner's 1833 painting Rain, Steam and Speed --
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