Tala--'s photostream

Loneliness can be dissected too. It is layered, like hell or geologies. The outermost membrane is a taut and shiny coat reminiscent of the skin of an apple. Underneath this, a chitinous armour of lobes, a layer of lungs, always respiring...Shuttertext

In every calendar month there is a day for flourishes, waltzes, and the sensitive awakening of skin worn without sleep for forty-eight hours. This is the anniversary of every frolic we have ever had, dousings in snow, sand, prismatic washes; in its honour we hold secret breath in our lungs...Shuttertext

I too have roamed the desolation of my own veins. I moult in the hot season, encouraging sloughing skin with twin balance stones gripped in each palm, porous and sharp like the tongues of the once-closest...Shuttertext

Raise up a roof above the corpse of whimsy - today is an extraordinary day. Why mourn your miscalibrated heart, my friend? Remember, instead, this hue handpicked to paint a mural in shades like lips or irises....Shuttertext

We are the musicmen, whose fingers peel wallpaper in a house with no equal, that solemn shelter at the centre of the earth...Shuttertext