Astrin Phosphora
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One small light - blinking red
on the platform on my right the night before like it was snowing, but it wasn’t the everyday red signal, blinking. Parallel to the tracks as parallel octaves – still forbidden? the loneliness. Slowly the last ride lost in morendo and thinking about good intentions, too much for everyone else. In the distance I can see the green light full light – on my left waiting for me to arrive perhaps. http://astrinphosphora.anneysermans.be/ |