A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
A journey too extra for just one part.
Full of life
Silent things are not for conquering
The chapter on burning and touching
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural
On many occasions I have tried to find the moment of ‘solitude’ that directors write into desolate scenes. Believing that we are all thoroughly interconnected, I have found it utterly impossible to feel alone, however, or even marginally dissatisfied in the company of strangers. Thoughts inspired by Marx and Hegels documents on art and being as a social entity.