Lost in what hangs limp on my bones. Thoughts for one.
Dead, dangling, and I digress.
Gave myself over to a number and now that is what I am.
Nino in Portugal warned about living in competition, comparison. It is a clear barbed net that rips at you as you near it ; to surmount has been precluded by stepping under a skyless landscape.
Fußgänger
Pedestrians
1963
Oil on canvas
Gerhard Richter
