We have got so far, much is still to be done. We have to go further, down the quiet streets, and the wide avenues, through the small parks, along the canals… There, somewhere, we’ll find ourselves, the meaning of us, the ultimate ecstasy.
Till then, it’s unfinished business, work in progress, the novel unfinished.
Till then, there is only you and me, lovers, haters, fighters, humans.
After us, the déluge…
Image: Maurits Cornelis Escher – Procession in Crypt. 1927 – via drakontomalloi
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