Urban Ocean
In the middle of this urban ocean of motor cars loud noises police sirens screaming feverish construction roaring radio hydraulic pumps old elevators out of synch tv alarm ringing phones subsonic airplanes nearby...
Read More →In the middle of this urban ocean of motor cars loud noises police sirens screaming feverish construction roaring radio hydraulic pumps old elevators out of synch tv alarm ringing phones subsonic airplanes nearby...
Read More →I am looking for an apartment a new place to live I am looking for grounds, if possible, near the Sun. But not far from Saturn. A place where I could hear waves...
Read More →Last night, walking back home, I came upon some regular, common trees, planted in the sidewalks of a boulevard. I have to be honest, many simple thing make me wonder many things. Strange...
Read More →My beloved Björk. You came from an island in the middle of the stormy part of the northern ocean. Isolated. Far, for the most part of history, of conflicts, and the vanity of...
Read More →Screwing bolts, circling nuts, penetrating nails, hardening concrete, accumulating bricks, mixing mortar, grinding stone, polishing granite, melting iron, placing steel, carving wood, mixing cement, spreading plaster, placing glass, cutting aluminum, burying piles, developing...
Read More →An egg. The primary vessel for a life journey. Encapsulated, protected while development, a being is coming up to existence. Cells dividing, tissues forming, organs making trial tests. Life, take or leave it.
Read More →Clouds in the sky as waves of an obscure ocean hitting a tree like shore line an autumn evening passes by leaving a chill breeze behind for the tree leaves to fall heralding...
Read More →I left the bar really late late last night, with my stomach sloshing due too much scotch. Before long, I heard steps behind me. There, a really beautiful girl was standing, smiling at...
Read More →Last night, I walked on Mars. It’s a strange feeling, you know, is hard to breathe, my boots covered with red dust. And that color on the atmosphere, like you were in a...
Read More →Are the cities becoming one and the same or is it me that I’m turning to the same urban ghost as the one I saw once in a Paris street… He didn’t smile...
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