blue door and rusted knockers (by Oh! Shoot)
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
Samuel Beckett, Endgame
Electric Blossom: Photos by Torkil Gudnason
Marie Claire Italia October 1991,Giochi Di Luce by Christian Moser