In the picture: Reclining Woman by Damien Hirst from his “Treasures from the wreck of the unbelievable” Soundtrack: Maltese: Il romanzo del Commissario (click here to listen) As the day had progressed the bleak weather had done its part and now she was in one of those dreadful moods
Soundtrack: Thirty Seconds To Mars “Live like a dream” (click here to listen) Ive been silent on this platform all summer, but today I finally have an exciting subject matter in mind. Let’s talk about that one thing all kinds of realists can’t fully understand the content and purpose of.
“The House of Visible Thoughts is a dangerous place.” “Why? What’s so bad about it?” “It’s a place where reflections live,” he said softly, shaking his head and turning away. “It used to be a place…” Silence swept away his voice like a sudden gust of wind. “What… place?”
Sometimes morning marches in on you rattling it’s blasted chains of reality while you are still under the spell of a dream so wonderful, so vividly real, you refuse to let it go. You feel it slipping away, slowly, inevitably, and you desperately try to hold on to the taste
Walk with me to the places you dare not imagine… The darkness is back. Anybody surprised? No? Good. When darkness falls over Venezia, there is a good chance you might find me wandering the streets of Dorsoduro. It has become my favorite sestiere ever since I spent a week there