Jonsi :Icicle Sleeves
Orbital the box
...the first video made me cry(....i dint get anything other than "your eyes" repeating again and again.....)....
A poem about art films
the sad talks
indulgence and more indulgence
what happens?
what happens after the camera cuts off
and a new day comes
you splash some water on your face
a gray towel
some olive blinds
blue floors
black shoe
the forlorn look
the clean precise loneliness
or when u wave goodbye
to a city ..to a life
and before u arrive at another place
what happens in between?
each moment each second
each trial each denial
counts...and cannot be counted
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