He spoke aloud, a priest officiating at the eucharist of his own body.
“ I am the island“
The air shed its light.
– J.G. Ballard „Concrete Island“
Archive for the Ballardesque Category
You cannot prove that I am wrong
for I will never dream of you again.
– this song contains fragments of the sophisticated, leading and beloved „dreams of chihuahuas“
Neon signs are the electified, luminous tubes that transpose the themes of paleolithis cave paintings into the world of today. Yet they seem to warn the pedestrian by yelling „Look out, brother“. They gather the hunters and banish the wild creature by exposing the gift of the son of Iapethus and Themis: Fire!