one dreams his self while he is his self

one dreams his self while he is his self
vaguelooksfromoutbehindherlashes, i am but a shade.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

restaurant week is di(vi)ning


I swear, there is a painter that crouches over our world (as we understand it). He adds to and changes the landscape that cloaks the parameters our vision is capable of reaching out to. We are models inside of his painting, this masterpiece that continues on until perfection is reached—which is impossible. And so, the masterpiece is an ever-existing work in progress. Be confident that his canvas is never washed away or discarded; it is only the painter’s subjects that fall off his surface and are replaced by other figures he is subjecting his temperamental attention to. When we see the sunset, it is his paints that are bleeding—stay awake, stay awake, for even you are on his way to becoming scene less, lifeless in fact.

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