Conversation November 29, 2014 12:04:16 PM – 12:06:12 PM

I have written you a map. On the bus I wrote a text message for you.

Everything can shift shape, can change, can transform. In the images, my language had become hostile: And only thought of the lines, of the way they resembled, the way they coloured and charmed and I don’t know what. Then someone tried his hand at literary debate. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences.