Gordin’s work is stark and startling. One feels that one has stepped into another’s psyche. That one is on the inside of a face looking out. And one is horrified by the monotony of sameness. The vast number of people. The mediocrity of uniformness.
I don’t buy it. The startling thing about humanity is the different voices. On one level, and I think a superficial one, we all are saying, doing, acting the same. But in the quiet of the night, the hour of the wolf, we are all left with our own thoughts.
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