ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
BLACK — INTERMEZZO (6)
You jump out at me for the last time. Not as a person — as a thumbnail. Foreign light, foreign life, tracks that lead nowhere anymore. I don't investigate. I just close the glass and let the black film pass from my fingers to the paper.
You jump out at me for the last time.
Not as a person — as a thumbnail.
Foreign light, foreign life,
tracks that lead nowhere anymore.
I don't investigate.
I just close the glass
and let the black coating
pass from my fingers to the paper.
