For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
wall-less cave that once fed a vast reservoir on the surface: the reservoir long gone, the water in the well a slick rink of ice. And the shot ascending back up the well, through minutes of rock in potholing intimacy, and shooting out and up to reveal a planet bereft of absolutely anything. O let me forever weep and so determine to stay here with you, lying together on the sheet of corrugated iron before dinner.
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wall-less cave that once fed a vast reservoir on <strong>the</strong> surface: <strong>the</strong><br />
reservoir long gone, <strong>the</strong> water in <strong>the</strong> well a slick rink of ice. And<br />
<strong>the</strong> shot ascending back up <strong>the</strong> well, through minutes of rock in<br />
potholing intimacy, and shooting out and up to reveal a planet<br />
bereft of absolutely anything.<br />
O let me forever<br />
weep<br />
and so determine to stay here with you,<br />
lying toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
on <strong>the</strong> sheet of corrugated iron<br />
before dinner.
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