
It’s my chocolate attack
shit, I’m stepping in the heart of this here
watch me as I gravitate, ha ha ha
Yo, we gonna go ghost town …
You gonna bite the dust …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TO0yWJt2uoE
Ph : Bryan Liston
Photography + poem + art

It’s my chocolate attack
shit, I’m stepping in the heart of this here
watch me as I gravitate, ha ha ha
Yo, we gonna go ghost town …
You gonna bite the dust …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TO0yWJt2uoE
Ph : Bryan Liston

You live on the surface,“ Lia told me years later. "You sometimes seem profound, but it’s only because you piece a lot of surfaces together to create the impression of depth, solidity. That solidity would collapse if you try to stand it up.
– Umberto Eco – Foucault’s Pendulum
Ph : Riccardo Melosu

Hello, my old heart
how have you been?
are you still there inside my chest?
I’ve been so worried
you’ve been so still
barely beating at all …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6I2RGEkFIFc
The Oh Hellos – Hello My Old Heart

You are always born under the wrong sign, and to live in this world properly you have to rewrite your own horoscope day by day.
– Umberto Eco – Foucault’s Pendulum

You don’t fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. when you feel that need, you have to watch your step: like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus.
– Umberto Eco – Foucault’s Pendulum

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.
– Ingmar Bergman –

Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.
– Beau Taplin –

You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there …
– Charlotte Eriksson –
Ph : Ruslan Lobanov

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious. The sun. The heat. The thousand echoes of a timelessness before time, when every day seems longer than the next and no day seems likely to ever truly end. Summer.
– Carew Papritz –

… a delicious everything upon your skin and lips
like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious …
– Carew Papritz –