From the tobacco holes where the teeth rot, words flee, evaporate and fly high lacking ideas above the heads – a long rope holding on to the eye powder floating above, tightened onto a large narrow dismembered structure. Empty body – words without souls. Words which only substance is the infliction given by the infinite frustrations of the windmills churning out smoke and bile. Words … Continue reading Paris or the soul on fire
A collection of pictures taken in Shikoku, Japan in 2014.