I have an old DVD of all the Quay Brother's films. Love Street of Crocodiles. And Bruno Schultz is a favourite of mine n'all. Recently read his work again in a new translation. Looking forward to Quay Brother's new film.
Talking of dust, I have a theory that the reason (if there is such a thing!) everyone is mad, is the dust in our walls. Every house full of mould and the spoors in the dust, in the walls, and floors. We breathe our madness. What are fungi known for? Ah yes, of course, mood change and hallucination. Not just ghosts, but the rage of different realities clashing. And we call it perception. We breathe the dust of our madness. Some of us, the Christs, we are afflicted with ecstatic visions. The rest of you hate each other with violence for different experience of a reality that don't exist. Bless. Bless the dust.
I have an old DVD of all the Quay Brother's films. Love Street of Crocodiles. And Bruno Schultz is a favourite of mine n'all. Recently read his work again in a new translation. Looking forward to Quay Brother's new film.
Talking of dust, I have a theory that the reason (if there is such a thing!) everyone is mad, is the dust in our walls. Every house full of mould and the spoors in the dust, in the walls, and floors. We breathe our madness. What are fungi known for? Ah yes, of course, mood change and hallucination. Not just ghosts, but the rage of different realities clashing. And we call it perception. We breathe the dust of our madness. Some of us, the Christs, we are afflicted with ecstatic visions. The rest of you hate each other with violence for different experience of a reality that don't exist. Bless. Bless the dust.