while it falls,
nothing but the sound of a early rainy morning.
--
--
“Podrían ser islas de luz,
islas en el caudal que estoy intentando expresar;
la vida en sí misma discurriendo.”
— Virginia Woolf
“A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.”
— J.M. Coetzee
first approximations to a real environment.
slow rituals.
never ending ballads.
common observations -
relevance over time,
distance between two spots.
motion.
--
early hours,
surrounded by silence,
thoughts flowing freely.
there is not an unique path,
there are not rules.
yet.
and still.
