I could take it or leave it, I’ve been here before.
Yasuzo Nojima -Miss S, 1939 via La Petite Mélancholie
Michael Bailey Gates
Once you acknowledge the riddle, it goes away. The next one makes its way slowly, or abruptly. In any case, it’s too late. It’s everywhere.
I’m addicted to beauty, but maybe it’s not yours, you know?
I realize after the fact, that I’m here in the language of color.
Dive into deep dark space, when you see waves and hear colors, follow where it will go.
What world ends in fire and ice?