So far from it I start to gasp for breathe in the night. It’s so familiar to the darkness that I tranquil into the place as a cozy of all things lazy and remembered. The start is the bright naked shape free of definition.
This dirty snow has to be moved from the space in between the parallels. Hold it all in hands and see the liquid doesn’t seem amazing til it stills. The energy is passed all will be placed in dark space. Its invasion on daily roaming will tighten to it’s choked. Hide in sight of all til you are grey. Shape as fallen and draining through all the unfilled cracks, is not a similar space now of what was. En route to know where it opened and now is closed…..
MISANTHROPE AW15 “DARK DAYS/ THE DISCONNECT