Torn sweater-wearing aRT FuCk

How do you rush a strobe?

Memory seems to be a theme today...

I get really attached to houses n stuff.





"The cloud was rent apart,
the rainbow was already bright in the sky,
and the fields framed in a glass case of rain and sun,
I awoke.
Who was clouding the magic windows of my dream?
My heart was thumping with astonishment and fright...

The lemon tree in blossom,
the cypress clump in the garden,
the green fields,
the sun,
the wet,
and the rainbow...

the wet drops in your hair.

And all this was feeling in memory,
like a soap-bubble on the breeze."