~this takes me back to that enormous space riddled with whooshing & stereophonic emptiness that flows like the smell of red between the floorboards of the London flat, awakening one to the alternate dimensional possibilities of the terrifying infinite, with the threat of lost eggs dripping through to the room below, or bannisters over worshipped for their delicate tracery lurking at the top of the stairs in semi- darkness ...it was madness to try & leave, who could tell the reason for the between reality saturated with the smell of burnt umber expressed in wonder even before the milk came in the morning.~* ;)
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:38:40 +0000
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