GOOD NEWS FOR ME: VERSACE & ANDROID Ice Cream Sandwich

Escher: where am I going?

Usually we don't know if we've taken the way up or down, maybe both paths will meet unavodidably in some point. How infite is infinity?

Funeral in my brain

I FELT a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

Lorca + Jane Addiction

                                         Farewell
 

                                 If I am dying,

                                 leave the balcony open.

                    

                                 The child is eating an orange.

                                  (From my balcony, I see him.)

 

                                 The reaper is reaping the barley.

                                 (From my balcony, I hear him.)

 

                                 If I am dying,

                                 leave the balcony open.