Monday 24 September 2007

Surviving trace elements of Norwegian ice, sleep on my window ledge. These coins, this matrix of coral stone, carry their own memory of black qajariaq, arctic flow & ravine, cut deep & strait as bone. Strike at me from here & I will set fire to your soul...


Hvor er mitt frössen sjel forfører ...
 
posted by •≈ Sgian Dubh at 23:36:00 |


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