the grain suspends vegetation
sing screaming lightly
madness
I am standing in an empty space in front of an image,
facing a timeless vision of alterity,that I feel also from within.
I throw a Nylon fishline from the power of my throat
plato’s moist rock-bed
the treaty of visibility
inside the pupil an entire night
imagine floating
Tiszavirag: Iteration 2
*This database of optical propretiescan be used in further simulation of distracted vision.