I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
“A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.”
Gertrude Stein | “A Carafe, That Is a Blind Glass”