BLOOD AND SOIL

I’ve known Morgan for a long time
we used to play intense games
for instance, she would pretend she was a pretty ghost
following me around
in the city

I guess it’s just one of those things
that explains why I was looking forward to work with her again
on top of that, she was very eye-catching

So, we met in Okazaki
she was a little apprehensive
for the first couple of minutes
I had the sniffles
she asked me
“Are you sick or allergic or something?
because I know a few tantric tricks…”

We went to my room
she seemed a bit nervous
but then she loosened up
and didn't have any problem
she stripped
and I started to write

To help her relax
I asked her the first question that came to my mind: “Have you
ever taken food allergy tests?
-Oh dear, she said, I can’t eat peanut butter, Reeses
Peanut Butter Cups or Chicken Satay.”

As she was saying that, she started to sniff her fingers
then all of a sudden
just as I was starting to feel that words were coming to me at last
she quickly put her clothes back on
and ran away

I didn’t try to stop her
instead, I put it into words
but when I was finished, I called her
wanting to know what had happened
and how we could get back together

She didn’t answer my call
but she send me a text message
on the LCD display I read: Meet me at “The Tick”
that’s a famous theater in Okazaki

She wasn’t there
instead there was a man, a stranger
with a black hat
he came to me, asking: “Are you Mr. Katz?
-Yes, I answered. Did Morgan ask you to meet me here?
-My name is Katagiri, said the man. Maybe Morgan
asked me to meet you here. But tell me: Do you remember
the episode when Homer Simpson was mad, and kicked
everybody around him?”

Of course, I knew the Simpsons--who doesn't?
primetime animated comedies have come a long way
since I was a child
still I couldn’t understand what this was all about
worse, there was no way I could have guessed
what was coming up. “Yes,” I answered
once again, “I think I remember.
-Do you really think so? asked the man, taking off
his black hat. You know, it’s never been cheap
to hire someone to create that kind of products.
-What products?”

I couldn’t make any sense of what that man was saying. I was
getting ready to leave. “You sell an e-book, Mr. Katz?” asked Katagiri. “What’s
the content of it?
-Now, I said, that’s enough! Where is Morgan? Tell me where she is!”

That man, he looked at me with placid eyes, then,
still holding on to his hat, he kicked me so strong that I fell down
on my knees
he kicked me once more
hitting the right hand
so violently
it felt like one of my fingers came off
and indeed, it had.

As I was coping with the pain, I looked up at Katagiri
he didn’t seem like he was going to kick me again, but he yelled at me:
“Pick it up! Your finger, pick it up!”

I picked it up. It was covered with blood and soil.
I was wondering: How did it came off with only a kick?
“What is that e-book that you are writing?” Katagiri asked me once more.
“It’s a story, I explained. A novel, but only the first chapter is ready.
-Tell me! Tell me!” shouted Katagiri. He still was holding his hat.

So, I told him: “Patrick and Maya live together in Larrickville, Michigan.
They are making a tidy income from Outsourcing Research
for some health companies, but Patrick doesn’t like it
and once or twice a week, he comes back home tipsy, or completely
drunk. When that happens, Maya, she starts to kick him…
-Kicks! Kicks!” yelled Katagiri at the top of this voice. He didn’t seem
concerned that his yelling could attract unwanted attention. “What’s
next?” he asked me.

“Well, that’s the beginning. Soon after that, Patrick leaves her
to start his snow-plowing business. He believes that’s a job sector where
there is no world-wide competition, and he feels good
plowing snow, “re-living” memories from his teens. That, that’s
what he really wants, to get back to his memories as a teen.”

At this point, Katagiri seemed to have calmed down. He had put his black
hat back on his head. He told me not to write that story anymore. “I'll
sure miss Patrick and Maya,” he added, “especially him, but I’ll have this…”
and he snatched the cut finger from my hand. “When blood and soil
become one,” he said, “it is quite an event.”

He left. I was shaking. I received some help from someone at the Tick
Theater. Soon, I dashed to the train station. I returned to Tokyo, and
a day later I left Japan, one finger missing. I have not heard from Morgan
ever since.

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[Drawing: A sketch for Katagiri by reading_is_dangerous]

CONVERSATION

In the deep of the ocean
a leopard shark
hears a voice.

“Your name is
Kaal” says the voice.
“My name is Kaal” repeats the shark. “The
water around you:

that is water” says the voice. “That is

water” understands the leopard. “It is dark
here” says the voice. “It is dark” repeats
the shark. “My name is Kaal, and that’s water dark around me.

-What if something caught you by the tail?” asks the voice. “Oh,

but my name is Kaal, and I am a leopard shark of the dark. In
the water around me
there is
no
shark dark enough for me not to see it
before it could catch me by the tail, you see? -I see,” says
the voice “but what if what caught you by the
tail wasn’t a shark or something you could
see in the dark? -Now, you got me
frightened!” says the shark. “But who are you, anyway? What’s
that voice that is suddenly speaking to me in the
dark? -I am a rat in the forest,” says the voice “it is
dark here, and I am afraid. My name is
Raek. -Do you have a
tail, too, Raek-in-the-forest?” asks Kaal, the leopard shark. “Yes,”
answers Raek “but I cut it. I was too much
afraid of the dark. -I see”, said Kaal the leopard shark
from the deep of the ocean. Then he
swam in silence.

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[Picture: Roma by I. A. Fomin (1910)] (fragment)

WATERFALLS

what do men dream about
what do they paint
what paintings do they buy

if I were a space alien falling on Earth

those are the first questions I would try to find answers to;
then I’d look at how men live.

the two pictures

A. the Dreams of men, and
B. the Lives of men

…I’m sure they are almost the same
except that in one of the two, there is sometimes a lot of snow
falling

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[Picture: Waterfalls by reading_is_dangerous] (crop)

MILK

I’m having a cup of milk
but for a second I thought there was a
fly in it, swimming
well
it was only a bubble
a dark bubble
with wings added on by my imagination
imagi
nation

= ◊ =

nation of the magi
a
nation
that fears.

= ◊ =

Weapons are made to kill people
by the thousands, by the hundreds of thousands
by the millions, and we pretend that it’s a normal thing.

= ◊ =

If we had leaders, real leaders instead of the crazy
pervert madmen in fancy gray costumes that speak
and spend our money for us, if we had real leaders
and wise men and women, we’d had put an end
to all that misery that we call “war” and we’d
turn a tenth of the planet into a garden and
leave the rest, clean, for wild animals and
hermits. One million men instead of
fighting and killing each others in
the Middle-East would be farming
or blogging or reading poetry or
riding horses or playing
football
LET THEM BE MONKS
the men of war
who kill in the name of God
or their country or a life style
LET THEM CLEAN THE MESS
that our polluting industries
have created over the last hundred years
WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOP? -the stupidity
of the stupiders who call themselves “Decider” and
“Hero of the Nation”.

= ◊ =

Have you ever heard about the 44 million women
at risk
from perchlorates?

= ◊ =

Let
winter
come to my mind
COLD
COLD
to take the pain away
to make the fear go
to slowly put me
to sleep-so I
can walk, a
zombie,
under the
Pale Magician’s
spell of Fear
and Flag
waving.

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[Picture: Armenian monastery by reading_is_dangerous] (crop)

“I've never met a general yet who could milk a cow.” -Lennart Meri
“My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.” -John Keats

EMPTY GLASS BOTTLE

Oh! It's five thirty in the morning
and I'm feeling a bit lost.

There is a woman shouting in the street
and she must be feeling a bit lost.
She sure is loud.

Other women, old women are cleaning the streets
with a broom. There is an empty glass bottle that's
being kicked or pushed around, it goes: klee-klee-klee-klee.
What would Paul Klee think about it?

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What
is
that
woman
saying?

"You better find something to do
with your life."

Yeah!
Maybe
she's right.

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[Picture: reading_is_dangerous by Bella] (My crop and B&W)

HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSES...

I

It could have been
into the sky
into outerspace
into myself
or just out
but of course it was into the lake
that I swam
and I swam so much
that my body changed.

There is now more meat
around the shoulders
and on my chest.

II

There is a word,
ORNICOPYTHEOBIBLIOPSYCHO-
CRYSTARROSCIOAEROGENETHLIO-
METEOROAUSTROHIEROANTHROPO-
ICHTHYOPYROSIDEROCHPNOMYO-
ALECTRYOOPHIOBOTANOPEGOHYDRO-
RHABDOCRITHOALEUROALPHITOHALO-
MOLYBDOCLEROBELOAXINOCOSCINO-
DACTYLIOGEOLITHOPESSOPSEPHOCATOP-
TROTEPHRAONEIROCHIROONYCHO-
DACTYLOARITHSTICHOOXOGELOSCO-
GASTROGYROCEROBLETONOOENOSCAPULIN
ANIAC that was used by mediaeval scribes to refer to a deluded person who indulges in superstitious practices. I found it in a post by modersbach after googling another word, GYMNOMETRIOCNEMUS a genera of the Chironomidae family of diptera (insects with a single pair of wings); the chironomidae being otherwise known as non-biting midges, or ‘lake flies’ in Canada, and ‘blind mosquitoes’ in Florida. Midges are gnats. Both midges and gnats are called moucherons in French.

There were a lot of them moucherons this year, at the lake. In the morning, they were flying in swarms over the gravel beach where I was reading or writing. Many died squashed in the pages of my various books despite my efforts to save them (and save my books—worst affected was LA NUIT REMUE by Henri Michaud.)

I saw:

A gymnometriocnemus—
crushed on this word:
Come!

I didn’t know the name of the bugs until I came back to the city. Their body was black, ink black, their head the size of a dot . . . . . .with fluffy, shaking antennae, although a few individuals had plain, simple antennae—those were males, I believed, but I was wrong. On Wikipedia, starting from the insect article, I found the Chironomidae article with a picture of Chironomus plumosus that resembled what I was looking for. I read:

“[the Chironomidae] is a large group of insects with over 5000 described species and 700 species in North America alone. Males are easily recognized by their plumose antennae.”

Gymnometriocnemus brumalis, shown on the Chironomid Home Page, looks much like my little friends.

III

Before I departed for the lake, a friend sent me an email with these words that I couldn’t understand:

You shall surely see two weeks ago,
I hope not more than you wish, in these e's.

What’s in the e’s? Emails? I have no idea. I’ll ask my friend, of course. Over the last two weeks, in the afternoon, when the other vacationers and me were playing petanque on a field at some distance from the lake, the non-biting Sevan midges were flying right over our heads in huge swarms, producing an incredible heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound that made me feel nervous, and want to move away to let the flies do what they were busy doing, which was, of course, love making. Interestingly enough, I didn’t see any bird preying on the mating flies. Was there hope, in these e’s?

Every morning dead
water dragons
in my coffee

To be honest, I didn’t like them until one morning when there wasn’t any wind, and I went swimming, and I saw them again: countless little worms with wings floating on wavelets of green and blue. At first, I thought they were exhausted or drowned. Then I noticed that they were flying off as I was breaststroking towards them. I slowed down my pace, and stopped, then I looked again around me. Most were alive, standing on their delicate legs, their plumose antennae shaking, their tiny wings beating, beating for the first time, I guess. I called my friends, shouting in Russian: THIS IS THEIR WORLD AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL. Over the next days, I returned to see them several times with other people who had heard my shout, and wondered.

In eight years of visits to lake Sevan, I had never seen the gymnometriocnemus in such numbers, at that time of the year. They came with fish—so many of them, we could see them from the shore. It wasn’t the only change. Temperatures at night were above normal, and all of us who had brought wools and coats in anticipation of the cold evenings didn’t wear them.

IV

When I came back from the lake, I read an article about giant nests of Yellow Jackets in Alabama.

“In previous years, a yellow jacket nest was no larger than a basketball […] it would contain about 3,000 workers and one queen. These gigantic nests may have as many as 100,000 workers and multiple queens.” -From Giant nests perplex experts by Garry MITCHELL (Associate Press | Sept. 5, 2006)

Then I read:

Bisphenol A, used in the manufacture of CD cases, lunchboxes, sunglasses, water bottles, babies’ bottles and tin cans, [that] has been linked to health problems ranging from cancer to miscarriage and infertility. […] It is well known that [Bisphenol A] can derail oestrogen, the female hormone, and evidence for a potential role in breast cancer is now mounting. […] There is also evidence that synthetic oestrogens affect the environment, leading to fish changing sex and snails' reproductive systems going into overdrive.” -From Cancer alert over tin and plastic bottle chemical by Fiona MACRAE (Daily Mail | August 25th, 2006)

Evidence of bisphenol A's estrogenicity came in the 1930s, but the plastics industry has always claimed that bisphenol A is safe.

Eleven industry-funded studies found no risk from bisphenol A, while 90% of 104 independent studies showed possible risks. In 2006, an independent review found through reanalysis of the data in one of those industry-funded papers that it in fact had found an effect, even though its conclusions stated otherwise. Several of the other studies failed to use positive controls or used a variety of rat that is known to be extremely insensitive to estrogens. Bisphenol A has been found in nearly every human tested in the United States. [See Bisphenol A on Wikipedia.]

Sometimes I wish like I could turn myself into Batman, or rather GNATMAN. At night, Gnatman would visit the authors of those induestry-funded fake studies, and ask them what they believe should be the appropriate punishment for their CRIMES AGAINST LIFE. Gnatman wouldn’t hurt them too much, but he’d find a way to convince them to stop lying. Biting off their tongue? Biting off their fingers? Singing:

Let me tell you how it will be
There's one finger for you, nine for me
'Cause I'm the gnatman, yeah, I'm the gnatman...

There are tons of ‘safe’ plastic bottles on the beaches of lake Sevan. Fishermen use them as floats, and neither the local tourists nor the local population nor the local authorities seem to understand what pollution is or what it means. I’m not sure that I know myself. But I would like to know, yes, YES, what are the risks from bisphenol A on Gymnometriocnemus, what are the risks for the fishes that eat the midges, and what are the risks for fish eaters.

V

Googling for “plastic bottles” +Armenia I found an (undated) project by Waterlok, an Armenian company, to export almost 6,000 metric tons of Armenian spring water to a country that really, really, really needs to import fresh water: CANADA.

The total amount of the first export contracts is about $1.42 million (220 forty foot containers, 27,000 bottles in each, at $2.90 per 12 one-liter packaged bottles CIF Toronto, Canada price).

There are no duties and taxes on exports of finished products in Armenia. How do you make a ’finished product’ out of water? You bottle it.

Hologram Plastic is another local company with 5-year experience of manufacturing PET pre-forms and plastic bottles for the domestic market, and supplies Waterlok with plastic bottles.

I couldn’t figure out if PET plastic bottles leach bisphenol A or not, but on Wikipedia I read:

Antimony trioxide (Sb2O3) is a catalyst that is often used in the production of PET. It remains in the material and can migrate out into food and drinks. While ground water contains approximately 2 parts per trillion (ppt) of antimony, freshly bottled water averages 160 ppt. Samples left up to six months had levels as high as 630 ppt.

And:

Antimony and many of its compounds are toxic. Clinically, antimony poisoning is very similar to arsenic poisoning. In small doses, antimony causes headache, dizziness, and depression.

What I am trying to say here, and although I haven’t checked all the details yet, is that IT IS A STRANGE LOGIC that enables a few men in one ancient, and little, and poor country to sell
tax free
high quality spring water
bottled in possibly toxic containers
to a
fresh water rich country
located half-way around the world.

VI

At the lake,
when I wasn’t swimming
or playing petanque
or rescuing gymnometriocnemus flies stuck in my body hair
or picking up plastic bottles from the beach
or playing chess
or playing mafia at night with 12 kids
or drinking Kilikia beer (great taste because of great Armenian water)
or pondering on the problem of what's Right and what's Wrong
or just sleeping late,
I was meditating by the waters and studying wave patterns. I wrote:

DAY 7 AT THE BEACH
So far
I could not really write
I could not really read
I could not really do asanas
but I did spend a lot of time looking at the water
and it seems to me that I understand it much better than I used to.

Okay, so what did I understand? I shall be writing about it. Meanwhile, in the Atlan/Bianu Anthologie du poème court japonais, I read:

C’est mon lac intérieur—
dans l’ombre rôde
un tigre noir

-Kaneko Tota

[It is my interior lake—
in the shadow roams
a black tiger]

VII

For the title of this post, I was considering both
GYMNOMETRIOCNEMUS and GNATMAN. Then I saw:
HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPEDALIOPHOBIAC
(36 letters, meaning a person afraid of long words) posted along with:
ORNICOPYTHEOBIBLIOPSYCHOCRYSTARROSCIO-
AEROGENETHLIOMETEOROAUSTROHIERO-
ANTHROPOICHTHYOPYROSIDEROCHPNOMYO-
ALECTRYOOPHIOBOTANOPEGOHYDRORHABDO-
CRITHOALEUROALPHITOHALOMOLYBDOCLERO-
BELOAXINOCOSCINODACTYLIOGEOLITHOPESSO-
PSEPHOCATOPTROTEPHRAONEIROCHIROONYCHO-
DACTYLOARITHSTICHOOXOGELOSCOGASTROGYRO-
CEROBLETONOOENOSCAPULINANIAC (310 letters).

So, I thought of asking you, the reader: are you a hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobiac?

VIII

I never really knew all the songs from the Beatles. Believe it or not, it was less than five minutes ago when I first read the lyrics of the song I’m Only Sleeping by Lennon & McCartney.

When I wake up early in the morning

Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)

Please don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am—I’m only sleeping
When I'm in the middle of a dream

Everybody seems to think I’m lazy
I don’t mind, I think they’re crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there’s no need (there is no need)

Please don’t spoil my day,
I’m miles away
And after all I’m only sleeping

Keeping an eye on world going
by my window Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the
Ceiling Waiting for a sleepy feeling…

Etc.

Great words! Great words!

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[Picture: Lap by reading_is_dangerous]

ASKED BY D. // ANSWERS

Is there anything you do, before the Day begins, to set the tone for having a good day? Or do you just jump into it hoping for the best?

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al
alw
always
FINISH
my dreams.
THAT IS THE FIRST and the only thing
I need to do for me to have a good day,
unless there is a star falling,
or the Sun is threatening to go,
or somebody calls me. I hate the phone. I'd get rid of the phone
before
I would
throw
my stupid tv out through the window.

But I need the phone
for the Internet.

Anyway.
WHEN I DREAM
(and I dream every time I sleep)
I know I am dreaming [every time]
and I won't let a dream go
until it reached '''''''ITS END'''''''
now
I don't know how I know it's the end
but if I don't get there
my
day
is
ruined.

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What is the baggage you are carrying around that keeps you from experiencing life to its fullest? What kind of thoughts hold you back?

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TODAY I SAW
for the second time
the last episode
of the RUSSIAN television adaptation of
MASTER AND MARGUERITE

(the novel by Bulgakov)

and it's very well done
and beautiful
AND AS THE MASTER AND HIS LOVER
come back to life
with the help of AZAZEL
and ride on HORSES
to the MOON
and then
further
to
a
house
and a garden

I thought
HOW DIFFICULT
to get rid of that kind of HOPE
that I could die
yet RAISE FROM THE DEAD
and see the stars
reflected
in
the
eyes
of
a
woman
I LOVE.

ME!

ME!

ME!

It's the "ME!" that I can't get rid of.
++++EVEN IF I KNOW
I KNOW
yes I know
that there will always be
a MANLIKE-creature
who will see
the eyes of a favorite WOMAN-being
when
looking at the night.

I can't get rid of myself.
If I could, LIFE WOULD HAVE
quite a different taste.

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Have you ever had a moment of clarity, when you saw things were really not the way you perceived them to be? Tell us about it?

YES
when I finally understood
that
the UNIVERSE
is ONE BODY.

ONE BODY
that looks like many
and ONE SOUL
because there isn't room for two
in the ONE UNIverse.

Now, I can't look at a rock
without thinking
that in some dimension
everything MINE
is connected to EVERYTHING THE ROCK'S
and everythings else.
+++

Now I am working
on time.

YESTERDAY
touches TOMORROW.
+++

Was there a random act of kindness in your life today? You gave or received one?

I stood in the street
and read poetry
from William Blake
SILENTLY.

It might not look like it means much
but around here
NOBODY ever seem to read
in the street
yet I saw
many people looking at me
wandering
and I thought
that maybe they have a book at home
that they felt they should go back to.

Also, I saw that some people wanted to ask me
what it was that I was reading
but they were shy (or so it looked like it)
so I will have to do it again tomorrow.

And when they ask me
I will tell them that
rea
ding
is
dan
ge
rous.

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Have you had an encounter with God today? Did you learn something new about Him? Those of you who don't believe in God, I understand. Those of us who do, it's a growing knowledge. Tell me

I can't wake up
without
encountering God
sitting on my nose.
Yet He was also in my dreams
which means that every night
He tells me something new.

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This morning in my dream
I met with evil-minded people
who asked me if there really were
"super powers" in the real world
and I said yes

--then, I petrified them
and laughed.

What is the cost of your happiness?

")(")(")(" I don't know. What is "cost"? ")(")(")("

---)the cost
must
be
that I don't know
the
c
o
s
t
.

If you had one day where you were granted all that you wanted, how would you live it? What would you do?

I
would
say NO
then
feel a little bit
like GOD.

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TO
HIM
nothing
is
granted.

What is "the pearl of great price"? How does one go about getting it?

Like
the
best
swimmer
ONE
dives
DEEP
under the waters of the EGO
to find
the
pure
solid
pearl
of
NOTHINGNESS.

(((::O::)))

Describe the experience of "no mind"? Do you just know about it, or do you experience it?

THE MIND
is the mirror
upon which
the UNIVERSE
reflects itself.

Break the mirror.
NO
MORE
MIND.

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-- -- -- -- --STOP
looking
at
the world

(that includes
yourself, and
your
inside-self.)

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THEY SAY that
it's
not easy
but
who are THEY?

If meditation is a vehicle to get you somewhere, where is it taking you?

Meditation
is taking me
to the somewhere
that is nowhere
and that really means:

OUT
OF
MYSELF

and

OUT
OF
HERE.

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[Picture: Tza flower by reading_is_dangerous]

THE ROOM

What would you ask in the Room where all wishes come true? The Room is located in the Zone. To visit the Zone watch Stalker: A Film by Andrei Tarkovsky (1979).

We were shooting near Tallinn in the area around the small river Piliteh with a half-functioning hydroelectric station. Up the river was a chemical plant and it poured out poisonous liquids downstream. There is even this shot in Stalker: snow falling in the summer and white foam floating down the river. In fact it was some horrible poison. Many women in our crew got allergic reactions on their faces. Tarkovsky died from cancer of the right bronchial tube. And Tolya Solonitsyn too. That it was all connected to the location shooting for Stalker became clear to me when Larissa Tarkovskaya died from the same illness in Paris.
—Vladimir Sharun, Sound designer

That's one of the few movies that will make me cry even when I am not watching it.

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[Picture: Poster of the film found on Wikipedia]

FOR E.

a red priest
his skin missing
a chessboard red and white
a flamme is attacking the square where a White rook should be standing

a gold atom (it's a bit fuzzy)
There is also a Dream Catcher, and my
monogram

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[Picture: Ordeal by reading_is_dangerous]