The white buildings in the desert are cast out of silence, deliver a massive machine to the earth. The ground produces waves obscuring the possibility of unalienating truth. The sink holes reveal large submerged caverns. In them animals turn what they are. My vessel breathes in air with no means to tread water I will never escape, not even in my thoughts.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
