Another May. You are about to depart again. It was like that: until May do we part. My month of many endings. I keep thinking what if I lose my sight? What if I lose sight of that point in time? A collection of memories not in a box; not in letters with tied ribbons, nor in virtual clouds. Memories of May become like scars, barely discernible, harder to grasp, like dragonflies in the air, hazy even when gazed upon from this distance.
This May I make peace with that which I cannot feel anymore but that I can remember well. My heart has been turned in. My brain has been reformatted. I am not new. I am an antiquated model that has been upgraded, having shed its soul once again.
Looking for you has been an endless journey. Peering into many faces and looking away again with glazed eyes. There is no determination. No singularity of purpose, I admit. I liken myself to the dried arfaj that tumbles along the empty beige expanse of desert.
Rolling Bush – Tumble Weed – Dried Arfaj
The exterior parts of this machine are a compages of brass rings, which represent the principal circles of the heavens.
The Brazen Bull
The brazen bull is a torture and execution device designed in ancient Greece by Perillos, a brass-founder,
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