The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of paraheliotropic trees

bonebrushing the edges of the res interna (upper transcend)

Month: December, 2012

Talking to Stephanie about the spaces we inhabit

on our way

The story rises in us, secret fountains. I am still me. I am still in love. Time shifts a little bit more.

and yet – she reaches from beyond me — she calls to me as if to the bottom of a deep well — she throws me a ladder — I climb up —

our past is a ruin to us all — but more so, those, who let life slip away from them, who let time pass without holding on to it — who let people pass, without holding on to them — waters move