Surface. Signal. Structure.
"You of all people," the void communicated. "Out of everyone, it is you I love the most." Philip K. Dick, Valis Frontispiece - There Will Come Soft Rains The Daily Routine Burnt Silhouettes Here Come the Warm Jets Only Silence The Unwritten Postscript - The Raindrops On Your Skin
"It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams." Don De Lillo, Americana Frontispiece - Modes of Disaster Technology Airport Long Term Parking Everyman Gets His Castle The Pale King Please Please Stop Talking You Look Cute In Plastic Postscript - Panasonic
“We are not stoning you for any good work,” they replied, “but for blasphemy, because you, a mere man, claim to be God.” John 10:33, NIV Frontispiece - Nazarene Nothing Good Comes Out of Nazareth Man of Constant Sorrow The Place of the Skull The Empire Never Ended Postscript - Epitaphion
"There is shadow under this red rock,(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),And I will show you something different from eitherYour shadow at morning striding behind youOr your shadow at evening rising to meet you;I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland Frontispiece - The Fire… Continue reading The Merciless
"After the torchlight red on sweaty facesAfter the frosty silence in the gardensAfter the agony in stony placesThe shouting and the cryingPrison and palace and reverberationOf thunder of spring over distant mountainsHe who was living is now deadWe who were living are now dyingWith a little patience" T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land https://videopress.com/v/80hDG0EL?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true
"What is that noise?" The wind under the door."What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?" Nothing again nothing. "Do"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember"Nothing?" T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land https://videopress.com/v/OWtNSjqB?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true
"The corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?" T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land https://videopress.com/v/XfU6G5IJ?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true
The New Poetics 