Imagine someone reading. Contemplate a man
Oblivious to his settings, and then a distant person
Standing in an ordinary room, hemmed in by limitations,
Yet possessed by the illusion of an individual life
That blooms within its own mysterious enclosure
Michael Harrington
The place that I came home to—a cavernous
Apartment (...)
The space takes off, yet leaves behind a nagging
Feeling of confinement, with the disconcerting sense
That while the superficial conflicts got resolved,
The underlying tensions brought to equilibrium,
It isn’t yet a place in which I feel that I can live.
Alejandro Marco
Jonathan Viner
Malcolm Giscloux
Eleanor Taylor
David de las Heras
Matt Duffin
Eric Drooker
Leon Spilliaert
on the city's glittery filth façade
but not because of blackness / not for me /
when I would get home sometimes there might be food
sometimes just blackness I could live on / which I love
Xavier Mellery
In a solitary space in which the soul can breathe
And where the heart can stay—not by discovering it,
But by creating it, by giving it a self-sustaining
Atmosphere of depth, both in the architecture,
And in the unconstructed life that it contains.
Daniele De luca1,2,4. - extracts from a poem of John Koethe
3. - K. Queen
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