In the warm fluorescents of the blessed second floor— o holy tall tables— consider the painting who could only be called the modern Icarus, a fractured reflection of the man and his son tumbling over my shoulder. Consider when you fly, have flown, concrete examples
this ultraviolet morning light
this ultraviolet morning light
this ultraviolet morning light
In the warm fluorescents of the blessed second floor— o holy tall tables— consider the painting who could only be called the modern Icarus, a fractured reflection of the man and his son tumbling over my shoulder. Consider when you fly, have flown, concrete examples