The figures say nothing, but I imagine they speak a language not yet heard, a silence so heavy it might fall.
I imagine they are listening to the hollows of time, the moments when air swallows the thoughts of man.
Somewhere in this space which is neither sound nor time, is a place where humans dwell with their ancestors and their animal beings, populating a land that would like to offer hope but only after a journey through paranoia.
15/09/09
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