The Old Walls |
The wall is who we are and they are not and farther in the boundaries collapse in a rush of security as cells multiply and break through stone translucent grit cracks the skin open to the elem...
Posted by Zoë Skoulding on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 05:09:00 PST |
The Building Constructed from its Own Fall |
Our feet drag with the effort of holding it all up. Or is this weight the way it holds usdown? It begins with an echo,then a footprint in rubble, dust gathered into cloudsthat churn into a stormbefo...
Posted by Zoë Skoulding on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 04:54:00 PST |
