Nights of white satin
train – burlap – fiction – pearls – vertigo
Circular wandering
Paul Klee drew and painted on burlap,
Weird train of thoughts…
You, wearing you necklace of pearls at the exclusion
Of anything else…
Fiction I’d love to expand on,
But daring leads to… Vertigo… Mr Vertigo?
Paul Auster: Invisible
Paul Klee: Make Visible ~
Must visit the Bauhaus!
“Follow the traces of blood” he said, and she did. Step by step, along the ever rising path, below the high cliffs, she found little drops of scarlet wetness.
A large rock stopped her, it was impassable. On the rock was an arrow, showing the chasm, all the way down to the valley. Below the arrow were his initials. He had left his mark. She looked down the abyss: so far down she would fall.
She jumped.
My dear love,
I know, this will be unexpected, after all, old fashion mail has gone… a bit out of fashion, has it not? But this is Mars! The kind crew that gave us that invitation, when we wrote to them how pleased we were about the lunar probe – do you remember, only six months ago? Well, the same bunch invited me again, this time to fly to their Mars base, send you a letter, and fly back! They said the mail rocket would arrive ahead of us, and they would make sure you have the letter before I knock on our door!
If you look now, I am probably just standing at the door now!
Hugs… and more in a sec!
