Just a ghost a being entirely unfamiliar to me a scampering shadow was it a person, an animal, a phantom or all of the above? And yet it was more - sketched into my book of the lean years sealed with a heart’s throbbing blood. And yes so many days and so many nights drunk with pain stilling the already knowing suspicions to procrastinate the unrestrained tears. Will the ghost of confusion finally bury itself in its own nonexistence? Will the radius it drew around me dissolve? When will the day finally dawn so we can look upon the end of the famine and the death of all the shadows? by Christine Matha ( from the artbook: "dreams and masks") by Christine Matha & Manfred Evertz - translater: Jake Schneider)
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 16:23:25 +0000
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