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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