Un interstice, une frontière hors limite et hors temporalité -
La confrontation d'un état de semi-veille et notre prégnante réalité -
Un lieu mental où se frottent en lentes émulsions (crash), nos désirs, nos attentes ou quelques boucles oniriques (progress) et une plongée abyssale (thursday evening) - Cette insomnie fortuite n'est heureusement pas celle des illusions perdues.
⚫️ qunabu netlabel / archive.org
An interstice, a border beyond limits and time—
The clash between a state of semi-wakefulness and our pressing reality.
A mental space where, through slow emulsions (crash), desires, expectations, and dreamlike loops (progress) collide, unraveling into an abyssal descent (thursday evening). This fortuitous insomnia, thankfully, is not one of lost illusions.
⚫️ qunabu netlabel / archive.org
The clash between a state of semi-wakefulness and our pressing reality.
A mental space where, through slow emulsions (crash), desires, expectations, and dreamlike loops (progress) collide, unraveling into an abyssal descent (thursday evening). This fortuitous insomnia, thankfully, is not one of lost illusions.
© thierry massard / jan.2010
Originally edited through the blog : noCo...mment
(restored links as far as possible)
Originally edited through the blog : noCo...mment
(restored links as far as possible)
