The primitive edge of multiplicity dances in our black retinas as immaterial superstitions of luminous shapes for the holy act of Euclid´s invasion of a daylight continuity.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The primitive edge of multiplicity dances in our black retinas as immaterial superstitions of luminous shapes for the holy act of Euclid´s invasion of a daylight continuity.