cherrybug

Sometimes the horizon is defined by a wall behind which rises the noise of a disappearing train, the whole nostalgia of the infinite is revealed to us behind the geometrical precision of the square, we experience the most unforgettable movements when certain aspects of the world, whose existence we completely ignore, suddenly confronts us with the revelation of mysteries lying all the time within out reach and which we cannot see because we are too short-sighted, and cannot feel because our senses are inadequately developed. Their dead voices speak to us from near-by, but they sound like voices from another planet.

Giorgio de Chirico