#eye.am.i

I am seemingly dreamed

“Listen, because I dived into the abyss I started to love the abyss of which I am made.”

—Clarice Lispector,

“Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed—blessed illusion!—

I had a beehive

inside my heart,

and from my old bitterness

the gold bees

were contriving white combs

and sweet honey.”

“In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there.”