Glass,
just like people
or trees, is
perfectly capable
of being shaped
and formed. One
can imprint just
about anything
into it, give it
a form, capture
a passing
moment, breath
a new life into it.
Later it stiffens
and freezes like
a petrified fossil,
like magma,
like a witness.
No one can move
it. It is solid as
a rock and if you
urge it, it rather
shatters into
pieces than
to surrender...
· 41 ·
· 42 ·
absinthe green, cobalt blue,
powder pink