The hull of the knife and the surf
of our hurting
The outrigger of the bullet and the whitecaps
of our mistakes
The Commander of Suicide
and the archipelago
of the mirror
The hull of the knife and the surf
of our hurting
The outrigger of the bullet and the whitecaps
of our mistakes
The Commander of Suicide
and the archipelago
of the mirror
“What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright… Haven’t you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you’ve had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?”
Gustave Flaubert | Madame Bovary