It was what we made of our lives.
We put ourselves into it, together.
Sometimes it was brash and noisy and brilliant
like a Chinese propaganda film on the building of dams. 204 more words
Tags » May 2012
Ryuchi drifts through his life so easily because his life | is not his life
He inflates the sordid and grotesque world of the mundane with the graceful and intricate branches of trees of zephyrous gold, both sketched and spectral and yet, at the same time, superbly precise (if one only had time to trace each structure to its full extent, but with every instant the structures flower with even more graceful and intricate offshoots, an infinitely complex and beautiful blossoming beyond the capacity of comprehension or archive or even of dream)… 154 more words