Friday, August 29, 2014

From the skywalk

Then we reached the state of interior paintings
This is a view from the skywalk, this a view from the kitchen ceiling
There is always something crumpled or ajar
The impression of a spontaneous time slot
The glimpse of a spot, just now it was still in use
There is no still life here, everything digests everything
There is only a hint and - signals and misreadings