The Eternally Collapsing Object of My Affection

“The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings;
A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.”

Arthur Rimbaud, Ophelia

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Pink Rabbits (2017)
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To Ramona (2017)
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Purple Raincoat (2018)