We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs, only a few cisterns — and these empty—that echo, and we worship them. A stagnant hollow sound, the same as our loneliness the same as our love, the same as our bodies.


Mythistorema, X


We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs, only a few cisterns — and these empty—that echo, and we worship them. A stagnant hollow...

We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs, only a few cisterns — and these empty—that echo, and we worship them. A stagnant hollow...

We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs, only a few cisterns — and these empty—that echo, and we worship them. A stagnant hollow...

We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs, only a few cisterns — and these empty—that echo, and we worship them. A stagnant hollow...