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Vagabond bit 2
Monday, May 20th, 2013
One can lose one’s dream. To find it empty. This is called a deep sleep. To have your dream withered away. One can also dream someone else’s dream. Now this does not necessarily imply the existence of that someone else, only her dream. I, having no horse, have dreamt the sorrow of a woman whose [...]
Vagabond bit 1
Saturday, May 11th, 2013
I have adopted a mother. I love her voice, her tone, lawless and joyous in its errors. My native, my original mother have long ago became too demanding, censorous, as if I owed her something. Even admitting that I did, I could not, I did not want to follow her lead, however gentle or poetic [...]
Intermission: infinity and space
Monday, April 8th, 2013
By descending into spatial form (a place) we come to realise that space is essentially tied to the void. However small or big, space mirrors itself in composition – in this sense space does not change and should be finite. To do this we would have to obtain an atom of inspaceable place, sort of [...]
Intermission: on infinity and time
Monday, March 11th, 2013
The past passes (retreats) and the future delays its coming. The present thus expands approaching void. Here is the point where infinity strikes. Being unexplainable in forms of time, it bends, breaks and retracts it. The past, future and present are merely the result of this strike. Depending on the strength (for infinities vary in [...]
NO august 3
Tuesday, February 12th, 2013
NO august 2
Monday, January 28th, 2013
NO august 1
Friday, January 11th, 2013
break enough
Friday, January 4th, 2013
life is an answer without a question death is a question that has no answer one is groundless the other – voided one is infinite while the other is of such a density that we can’t predicate anything of it except its unpredictability the history tries to reconcile the two, to sew them, in all [...]
repeat
Wednesday, December 26th, 2012
the pills stop work and alcohol reeks of blood the cold eats your lungs or what’s left of it time was never there to last enough and the memories become the terror the ignorant win the greedy celebrate the space is populated with waste we’ve become accustomed to marvel at alcohol reeks of blood but [...]
again
Saturday, December 15th, 2012
i saw my mother and sister cry many times too often as i lost a chance for a moment of rest i felt pains and pleasures of which there was no trace left as i lost the possibility to know my hells and a paradise i lost my keys and i lost my passport i [...]