My illusions

A Hypothesis

Victorian taboos constantly reconvert to the Intellective Principle

but also domestic idleness is ensouled like medal without a reverse side!

The sheer necessity of a Secondary Kind rises up vividly before our eyes in the feverish haste of machinery.

The manufacturer, therefore, looks for children, for they have seen God and do not remember having crashed on a lunar landscape of decaying high rises.

The coal burnt under the boiler vanishes without leaving a trace while earth and sun and all living things are manifest as if exhibited on a transparent globe.

Ακόμη προσπαθώ να καταλάβω τι κάνει καλά τα “καλά πράγματα”. Είναι δύσκολο, έτσι;

“feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”