Showing posts with label Damien Hirst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Damien Hirst. Show all posts
20 May 2013
A shortcut from nothing to nothing
An attempt to write a perfect paragraph: of stained glass windows made of death, of raised instruments in the silence of the moment of the end of the dirge, of the paperwork that is the cost of living.
Labels:
Damien Hirst,
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Treme
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