Tuesday, January 23, 2001
Today
My skull cannot wrap up my thoughts anymore. They are struggling and emerge from my fingers like in a Kirlian photo. They gather into threads. With a pencil I crochet them into words. A line and another one… the robe is ready! It’s full of stars, comets and inhabited planets. It dresses my soul with brightness, warmth and appetite for life.
23rd of January, 2001
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