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April 16, 2004

Oh, so this is why I was not able to write a thing here… my head feels like a little mitten around a pulsating little fist that seems to be my collapsed brain. My nose feels as if it were spinning and flashing a red light… my throat feels as if it were a cat stroked into the wrong direction…
I will need some rest… will maybe take it a little slower… for now… that’s all I can say here… I think… (or I think that I think I think…)


Witold: I love how you created a narrative with a simple lamp and a dark space. Beautiful.

Posted by: dave on April 16, 2004 03:35 PM

I have seen the light. Thank you Witold, I now know my way. Get well soon.

Posted by: Ali on April 17, 2004 12:47 AM

these somehow remind me of david byrne's chair photos:


Posted by: christa on April 19, 2004 03:29 PM

Reminds me of this:


Late night loneliness.

Posted by: Todd W. on April 25, 2004 01:32 AM

Escape from the prison of north america.

Posted by: Slots on May 23, 2006 04:30 AM
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