Why does this work remind me of Duchamp's last work seemingly inverted like a sock.
The notion of private desire coveted turned inside-out?
The funny cultural inversion of scale based on clueless youth.
I don't think that's wrong.
I'm not scoffing with age.
I think clueless youth is as good a thing to elevate or promote in a culture as anything else.
It's actually probably a great deal better to promote than most things cultures tend to fix and settle on.
Things which are usually much more insidious and less innocent and take a greater toll.
Than the beautiful cluelessness and infinite possibilities of youth.
Before they are rendered.
Maybe I'm giving this work a gay critical reading.
Most aging gay men tend to fetishize their own boyhood with time.
They fall in love with a projection.
I'm not saying pedophilia. Christ, not that.
I don't really think there even was a real boy on the beach with Aschenbach.
Probably it was just himself watching himself.
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