Floating in space. My street my river. Traffic. Flowing. A reflection. As I look myself in this fluid mirror I can see a distortion. As water creates new images. Like surreal paintings. On the street architecture imposes itself as a reflection of society. Modern. {Post}-Modern. {Super}-Modern. Futurist. {De}-Constructed. Obviously a distorted reading. Drops of different languages. As water. They complete my Urban Realm. As language creates new sentences. New streets. New facades. New images. And I absorbe. Like in water I float in space. My Spatial Ocean. I listen to the silent sound of the wall. I imagine new languages. New reflections. New distortions. I feel a tidal force. I guess it's a high one. I just hit my head on the ceiling.
Have a Beautiful Weekend.
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What are you up to this weekend? Anton and I are visiting my brother,
aunts, and cousins, so Cup of Jo will be closed next week, returning on
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