My borders are nocturnal
My borders are nocturnal. They’re the shadows of the street turned to sleep. There I find pleasure in smudging outlines: orange-purple, amber light spills,…
My borders are nocturnal. They’re the shadows of the street turned to sleep. There I find pleasure in smudging outlines: orange-purple, amber light spills,…
„Arktinio pilnėjimo“ gimimas ir „SYLVAN“ fikcijos
Arctic Swell I’m a membraneThe chest might be tight at nightAs the shallow breath diverts the trajectories of the asteroids I’m a membraneLet’s watch…
