Do our constructs act as looming grandeur of the panopticon, or destructions of any power of humanities presence, now just specks merging with the overcasting bridges?

Or are we those specks…  read review

Pirosmanishvili, slouching, walks through the lands of textured wall, crumbing brick, livestock, distant monuments of castles. . .

He passes by the herds of animals, through public ceremonies…  read review

-Who is being conceived in your intellect?
-Death, sir.
That other one, my other being. That’s me after my death. Eduard Sam, the dead, as he meets the living one.

Andreas is…  read review