basile-night

September 23, 2024

The night is false, sometimes the night is.

Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.

We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.

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“The change of color is likely and a difference a very little difference is prepared. Sugar is not a vegetable.”

Gertrude Stein | “A Substance in a Cushion”

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