flashlight
eleven hours and I can't stem the bleeding
the machines of men are blinking in the sun
their best laid plans in stop-motion
and their minor gods on the run
Inside is the day with no light
and the slivers of sharpened desire
diffuse among the grey matter
Landi Cruz
Fri 23rd May 2025 00:04
Next Exit, Interpol--
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1hkLiB4MBkU&pp=ygUSaW50ZXJwb2wgbmV4dCBleGl0
"it's not for lack of love of the language that these films have no words. It's because, from my point of view, our language is in a state of vast humiliation. It no longer describes the world in which we live."
--Godfrey Reggio on the film, Koyaanisqatsi