the evening passes like any other. men and women float alone through the air. they drift past my window like the weather. i close my eyes. my heart is a moth fluttering against the walls of my chest. my brain is tangle of spiders wriggling and roaming around. a wriggling tangle of wriggling spiders.
kunsthaus zürich zurich 1998
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