Offensively good taste.

"You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit."


Det sjunde inseglet (Ingmar Bergman, 1957)

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"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

Where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda


Mona Wales wearing the steel cage mask I made. Photo thanks to Zey

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Lone wolf

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