2023
Two Black Cubes
#notesfromtheunconscious
- A crumpled old photograph looks good if it depicts a book whose text makes no sense at all.
- Forget the unheard-of treasures lying in the shadow of the weeping willow’s drooping branches. Forget them so that one day you may remember.
- It doesn’t matter how many songs the stormy onset of departed summer sings. Nor does it matter how many suns rise before the new day of the blossoming moon begins to sing.
- It doesn’t matter how many windows reflect the rays of a nonexistent sun—its trace can always be discerned in those reflections.
- The gentle impression left by a paper airplane flying past evokes thoughts of muddy boots.
- How can one believe that the ceaseless song of a golden past truly lies in the dust of a slumbering volcano?
- The trace left by a raging fiery eclipse cannot vanish into a cloud of stardust.
- It is unbearable to search for what was found long ago—and has already destroyed the one who seeks it.
- Total exhaustion from the endless hoarse voice gave birth to an iron monolith, slowly moving in the opposite direction.
- This sun isn’t so much blue as it is soft.
- Square the triangle. It’s too round to be parallel.
- One can only laugh at the situation with the green skirt, yet the blue triangle remains silent—for some reason.
- Close the door tighter, or else the gray dragon of unimaginable size will eat your lunch and want to see everything through your eyes.
- Do not extinguish the fire burning from the very center of the flower bed.
- Look this way. And that way. Then this way again. Can you see how the oval is waking up?
- Transparent tulle looks vulgar against the backdrop of fading gloss.
- The northern wind toppled all the trees of the curly mother-of-pearl forest, which had struggled to grow on parched earth.
- The mother-of-pearl lake did not appear all at once. It gathered its water drop by drop, drawn from the dark nights of a distant star whose eyes are hidden.
- Beyond these shoulders, the valley usually promised at the garage entrance is nowhere to be seen.
- Someone lost a portrait depicting a blue hue. It can no longer be found—precisely because it has changed color.
- Something wrapped in a blanket patterned with an image of the sea is preparing to meet its own blindness with courage.
- The forgotten sorrows of weary hair have themselves forgotten the landscapes permeated with emptiness.
- Having forgotten to deliver the final dark knock of the doors, the sullen lady awakens—her words not meant for you.
- Once, the dawn dreamt of the goddess of cotton candy, who spent a very long time explaining to her the full seriousness of her stern appearance.
- Why kiss the fleeing sun? It will never appear again in the ever-continuing dust.
- The gray dandelion pretends to be yellow, and the gray bird pretends to be red.
- The white unicorn dances on one leg, and horizons echo within its eyes.
- Don’t close your eyes when you see the red sun. It knows the truth. And the truth knows the place where the red sun resides—though it isn’t a place at all, but something else entirely.
- Red apples tell us about ripe peaches, but you—you know where the gray stone lies.
- The beautiful image of the reflected depths will leave your home when your best friend knocks at the door.
- When it approaches you from behind, keep doing what you love.