a new world arises, harsh, cynical, illiterate, amnesic, twirling aimlessly, stretched, laid flat, as if we got rid of perspective, the vanishing point. jean luc godard, histoire du cinema.

owl house awaiting demolition.

all the stories never told, are the the same as the forgotten ones?

it always yearned to be more real than life, and the yearning created a double.

because the masses lack myth, war, nicht wahr?

because the myths by which we live unconsciously are contradictory.

beware fence.

beware. they say the island will remain largely unchanged, but everything is changed utterly already, the trees stand like their own grave markers.

calling, crying, and not picking up the phone.

change is always violent here.

sad heavy bridge

cinema of the devil, flowers for the devil, sacred disorder their vacant remorse brought forth.

control the ultimate goal. entertain.

deep down hear the ghost voice go what does this have to do with me?

all little furry persons get the point.

desnude

dies irae. birth of dream. the secular dreamer allows the feeling of the lack of god to light the real.

mute discourse on the aerial mass of shepherds who have gone to sky

dharma drama dramamine

feeling set to music for the inner ear.

flag of reversals

for mister it's not about sex or death it's about continuous arrival.

for lulu though she looked right through.

history of loneliness. is this the wind or the ancestors? loneliness of history. the wind in cinema. the loudest whispers.

i miss so much.

you know, he said to no one in particular, i used to drink to everything, and longed for celebration.

i'll look again tomorrow, i can't look anymore today.

impermanence. you don't have to know anything.

in projection you lose consciousness. the lost world.

lonely resurrection.

love calls

parenting illusions

passing dirges

perhaps all the terrifying things are helpless things that need our help. jean luc godard

mourning

phase

the strangest thing is that the living dead of today are built on yesterday's word. their thoughts, their feelings, are from the past.

winter heart, burning white.

we are one another separated.

you may dream of wildness.

you may be captivated.