It was all too easy to lose oneself in routine and fractured sleep. The frantic grocery trip, unmade bed, summer clothes pile nearby and yet, when I went downstairs to tell my visitor good night before bed, I realized not for the first time that Morgen relishes in such studying depictions. He explores the edge as if it were breathing air, or life as it were, into a deflated balloon testing the strength of a flexible surface. Maybe it wasn’t like a balloon at all but a hyperreal snapshot of a man depicted in the middle of life. Either way, his studying felt microscopic, in much the same way I had for the past two years.
