Landscape May 27, 2014 2:36:37 PM – 2:38:02 PM

The ideal, said the decaying walls with contempt, is not necessarily cohesion and pop. The silicon. The mind of the sun.

Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. In every night remnants of meaning slid along with you. The intimacy in writing.

The intimacy in writing. A dark being oozes from my mouth and seems quiet. Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things.