We stood on the beach and stared at the three phantasmagorical volcanoes. Those volcanos floated on an azul lake; a shimmering cerulean mirage of a lake; a lake of eternal spring; crested by three perfectly symmetrical volcanoes whose veridian verdigris… Read more ›

Read while listening to Ital Tek – Strangelove. I entered the gallery. Rows of gilt, bronze Buddhas arrayed before me. Each Buddha floated in a glass box. Each Buddha was reflected fourthly, by the the four enclosing glass panes. But… Read more ›