06 August 2012





The longer i look at George, the more he looks like George Sand. George has beautiful ribs that look like parabolic dunes drawn by winds on desert sand. The longer i look at  desert sand, the more it looks like water and the longer i look at water the more it looks like a godsend. Alas the water is actual. Even that ostrich (leather bag of mine) would have buried its head under the sand right now- had it been informed about the high tides that George and i knowingly ignore at the shoreline.
Time swims so fast and when my watch swims towards Étretat, we swim after it. The longer i look at the natural arches  of  Étretat, the more they look like the traveler sculpture by Bruno Catalano and the longer i look at the traveler sculpture by Bruno Catalano, the more it looks like George disappearing into the waters of Étretat and etcetera, etcetera. Terracotta! The longer i look at George's costae and at etcetera, the more it looks like that terracotta invetriata fish shape ashtray of mine that got damaged on the way somehow.  BEGÜM BORÉ

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