
A place of recognition, a mirroring of the psychic spaces and inner landscapes deployed throughout the city.
“If war has an opposite, gardens might sometimes be it” (Solnit)
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?

… a thing
That suddenly, for blank astonishment,
Charms every sense, and makes all thought take wing,—
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Matilda Gathering Flowers

Touch me, he said.
•
And through that opening
I did.
Lanat Abad / The Place of the Damned by Solmaz Sharif



Ballade in C# Minor: Coronation, Nicholas Britell, The King (Original Score from the Netflix Film).
“I think I’m in hell, therefore I am. It’s the catechism come true. I’m the slave of my baptism. Parents, you’ve created my tortures and yours.—Poor nitwit! Hell can’t wield power over pagans.— This is still life!”
Arthur Rimbaud, Hellish Night, translated by Bertrand Mathieu


out
of
this
hole—
—
slips
moon —
out
of
this
cloudhole
Elsa Hildegard Baroness von Freytag-Loringhoven, Enchantment