No desert will ever be more deserted than a house, a square, a street where people live one thousand nine hundred and seventy years after Christ. Here is solitude. Side by side with your neighbor, dressed by the same department stores, clients of the same shops, readers of the same newspapers, viewers of the same TV shows, it is silence. There is no other metaphor, for the desert than everyday life: and its silences are internal. It is one blessing of peace. But peace is not always better than war. In a peace dominated by power, one can protest by refusing to exist(...) (p. 35-36)
Posted by Georgia Sagri at 5:13 π.μ.
I hate vampires
Lately there have been bunch of them around
I don't mean to be aggressive but
Sometimes it just happens
I don't believe in the spirituality
I am not vegetarian either
I was once
and it felt I was thinking too much
So, it is not flat
It is changeable
So, I don't need to exercise a lot
From what it was written
From what it was said
And later finding something
to work with
With the facebook friends
Invisible qua visible in the moment
Surviving and vulnerable
As it can be
What its skin is able to sensor?
From what the body is made of?
Speakers or microphones
Posted by Georgia Sagri at 7:31 π.μ.