The eye
There is an eye
Everything grows around it
Real or unreal
We are always on the back of ancients
Good or bad
If you want to live forever
Do nothing
Settle in the eye.
Every time I sit down to draw and write it surprises me. I never know what will come out in the drawing and in the words.
I know that even if we do not want to live forever we do. But this is how the words came and I respected it. I know that it is not an eye that sees and knows everything. It is something that we cannot describe in words without making it into what it is not.
I know that it is impossible to describe things as real or unreal, and that there is no good or bad. Yet I wrote it as I did.
Don’t believe any word I say.
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