Monday, 30 September 2013

I am these images


"After a weekend of always dreams, this moment is so calming. The cooled warmth in the breath of morning that takes me places—childhood summers, of infinite dusks set across the barbecue, the zinc smiles, the stinging eyes, the sky swam green in first dragonflies, the swimming pool; the tomato sauce dribbling through a sausage in bread, dribbling through the night steam, burning shivering hands, drowned towels clinging to bloodied scrapes, some song clumsy in my static."

Ian William L.

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