L e v i a t h a n

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)

you haven’t even begun to breach the depth of my ability to say things that don’t matter at all

Oh to live in a weird little town with gloomy weather and strange weird sounds in the woods and hushed whispers about strange sightings and an alarming amount of hauntings and a concerning amount of eye motifs and a library with conveniently placed section for everything that's relevant to the mystery and cloaked figures sneaking around and the occasional uncanny person and weird notes and maps and books and stuff being found around the town and oh to live in a weird little town with a mystery

le sacre du printemps, pina bausch, 1975