"Ο ΟΥΡΑΝΟΣ ΠΑΝΩ ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΛΙΜΑΝΙ ΕΙΧΕ ΤΟ ΧΡΩΜΑ ΜΙΑΣ ΤΗΛΕΟΡΑΣΗΣ ΠΟΥ ΗΤΑΝ ΣΥΝΤΟΝΙΣΜΕΝΗ ΣΕ ΝΕΚΡΟ ΚΑΝΑΛΙ..." ΑΠΟ ΤΗΝ ΕΙΣΑΓΩΓΗ ΤΟΥ 'ΝΕΥΡΟΜΑΝΤΗ', ΤΟΥ WILLIAM GIBSON
For the past 2 years I have visited a beautiful mound of earth that I have come to call "the hill." Each time I have come to the hill a new story is told to me as if the hill is my stage and the locals are the actors in this daily play.
posted by schottkey at 14:02
Thinking of the other's dreams, of corridors winding in upon themselves, muted tints of ancient carpet . . . An old man, a head made of jewels, a taut pale face with eyes that were mirrors . . . And a beach in the wind and dark.
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