work by Alex Deleuse.

Zhaozho looked at the swirling dust in front of him and said: There goes another one.

Bhagavad Gita

  • 9.15.14

    What was it, That I woke up? That wasn’t enough. A loose pin required refitting On my desk lamp, flown and Buried under unfinished work. A mechanical issue, an aggravated phone call and a Mix-up between friends, looking for each other. Somewhere near the middle part of the day I knew That there could be no abstinence from action and That all moments demanded… Continue reading