Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, / That dost not bite so nigh / As benefits forgot: / Though thou the waters warp, / Thy sting is not so sharp / As friend remember'd not.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The Old Testament of Psychogeography
"Good people, harken to me, I get all my information straight from heaven. The secrets of each of you, like those of language and of love, are revealed to me each night, and there are nights in broad daylight." - Aragon.