I am a cloud floating in the sky, and the sky is stored inside a jarI am a cloud floating in the sky, and the sky is contained within a jar. Each day, a part of me drizzles on dirt puddles, metal fences,...
So I say, “It’s a landscape painting.”Once the painting is completed, death begins; “it” will sink endlessly and dissolve in the cold shards of ultramarine, which is infinite....
SometimesSometimes I imagine myself living an entirely different life And still thinking about the same thing
I am performingI am performing because I am writing and publishing this. I am expecting a reader and someone to watch the performance. I don't write, I...