Faded, half made, made then abandoned, fully made, then left to fade, allowed to fade. The horse floats in an undetermined field, world, vaguely determined world, broad strokes, lacks detailed determination, detailed categories, concepts. Decategorization, making a space for recategorization, redetermination.

Nothing much can be said as it is full of the ineffable.

Disintegration of the categories, muffled words, fuzzy concepts, destabilised foundations.

A shortage of voltage in the screen.

The horse being sucked away to another place. The moment it begins to disappear, before it reappears. Once it reappears, it will reinscribe a new reality, slightly different to the previous one, which will be forgotten, but will be stored somewhere, as a residue. It will exist as a residue in the subconscious, it may be accessed again, maybe, perhaps, through the linkage, association of stronger residues, more determined ones, stronger pathways in the brain may still have feint branches that connect with it, or it will become completely orphaned, never again able to rise to consciousness, to gain consciousness; cathexis not possible.

Does it wish to be remembered? Will it manifest in my behaviour in some way? Will I be drawn to an image of a white horse? And will I then have the desire to paint it repeatedly?