Rizomantra

A wail, a violent nothing that pretends to be something else. A hush from the guts pronounced by a lying mouth. To desert life to become. To become a desert to experience the void that concentrates all and nothing. To search into the void for the voice of experience.

Friday, January 07, 2011

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Labels: cuec unam, ficción, short film

posted by rizomantra at 8:48 PM

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"I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas... Do I dare Disturb the universe?"

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