Oh, so this is why I was not able to write a thing here… my head feels like a little mitten around a pulsating little fist that seems to be my collapsed brain. My nose feels as if it were spinning and flashing a red light… my throat feels as if it were a cat stroked into the wrong direction…
I will need some rest… will maybe take it a little slower… for now… that’s all I can say here… I think… (or I think that I think I think…)
Witold: I love how you created a narrative with a simple lamp and a dark space. Beautiful.
Posted by: dave on April 16, 2004 03:35 PMI have seen the light. Thank you Witold, I now know my way. Get well soon.
Posted by: Ali on April 17, 2004 12:47 AMthese somehow remind me of david byrne's chair photos:
http://www.talking-heads.net/gal_db_photoworks.html
Posted by: christa on April 19, 2004 03:29 PMReminds me of this:
http://www.walkernewyork.com/mt-photo/archives/2004_02.html#000399
Late night loneliness.
Posted by: Todd W. on April 25, 2004 01:32 AMEscape from the prison of north america.
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