rusted_flower:
the white button
rusted_flower:
opening blast
rusted_flower:
for Gehry, finally in Toronto
rusted_flower:
i want to enter white
rusted_flower:
the beauty of november is that space before sleep
rusted_flower:
i sleep inside branches
rusted_flower:
gradually, we became aware, of a hum in the room, an electrical hum, in the room, it went, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
rusted_flower:
there were no signs
rusted_flower:
if I follow
rusted_flower:
I knocked and waited.
rusted_flower:
the unbearable lightness of white
rusted_flower:
entry
rusted_flower:
ravine for a small room
rusted_flower:
for President Obama
rusted_flower:
a house with white curtains
rusted_flower:
Salt Mines and Glaciers on the Great Lakes
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Prison #1: the idea of nightmare
rusted_flower:
absence
rusted_flower:
the moon stutters beside the glass of half-empty scotch
rusted_flower:
Kindertotenlieder
rusted_flower:
horizon for a small room
rusted_flower:
is cyber space a new reality?