video, objects

Having refused contemplation, I explore the world by touch using perceptive methods of cognition. Cataloguing mundanity, I dive into the thrummy thuja bush or the warm sand, I glide over the waxy surface of plastic. Sometimes curiosity brings destruction, — and here I am, like a child holding a beheaded doll, watching the world, so clear until quite recently, falls apart. Now what is my knowledge, when the object of research is being ruined?