held together by things beyond our understanding... winter shower
I went to Turin looking for De Chirico. Instead I found a giant ball of yarn covered in snow and shadows cast by the avenue's marble columns. In the shade a girl sits reading a book about the camera being the biggest liar of all.
If there is a god he probably doesn't give a shit about you. The same way rocks don't give a shit about you. The same way waves don't give a shit about you. The same way hat get blown around in the wind.
crescent moon the way her hips pronounce existence
He spends his whole life trying to find objectivity - he looks under rocks; he goes to country markets; he visits brothels. etc. In side of it all a spider tries to speak walrus; a planet tries to be a confectionary stand. A triangle asking for a sweet bun upon realising it is a triangle and has neither money nor an appetite, breaks down in tears - why can’t i be something else it mutters.