Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

Temenos

Inland Empire

- I've, l've been going around meeting new neighbors. I think that it is important know one's neighbors. To say   "hello" to them.
- Yes, it's very rare these days but that's very nice.Which house are you living in?
- Just down the way. Tucked back in the small woods... The brick house.
- I think l know the one.
- It is difficult to see it from the road ...So...You have a new role to play, l hear.
- Up for a role. But, l'm afraid, far from getting it.
- No, no, l definitively heard that you have it.
- Oh?
- It is an... Is it an interesting role?
- Oh yes, very
- Is it about marriage?
- Um... perhaps, in some ways... but...um...
- Your husband, he's involved?
- No.
- A little boy went out to play. When he opened his door...... he saw...the world. As he passed through the doorway...... he caused, a reflection. Evil was born. Evil was born, and followed the boy.
- I'm sorry... what is that?
- An old tale...

Luvnya

Mi a fene?! Mi történik ezzel a luvnyával, miért pont az éjszaka közepén... esik darabokra. Valaki tuti megbuherálta a kristályt, ami járt hozzá... no persze, egyik se megbízható.
És miért pont most, az éjszaka közepén. De muszáj megjavítani, mielőtt teljesen üres lesz.
Remélem egyedül van...

Stone Angels

"The primal Adam, our
archetype - light at his back, heavy
substance below him - glanced
down into uncertain depths, fell in
love with and fell
into his own shadow.

Legend or history: footprints
of passing events. Lord
how our information
increaseth.

I see only
a surface - complex enough, its
interruptions of
deep blue - suggesting that the earth
is hollow, stretched around
what must be all the rest."

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猩紅桑樹社會

Bastide

Diane, Diane... itt ülsz velem szemben, a tányérodon az érintetlen fekete szarvasgomba rizottó, ajkadon üres, udvarias mosoly, szemed halott. De legalább te még élsz... vagy legalábbis vegetálsz, kedves akarsz lenni és megértő, de amióta visszajöttél arról a Közel-Keleti útról, már nem vagy a régi...
...szegény szomszéd, mennyire boldog volt, amíg... az a szörnyű baleset, neki már nincs senkije, még üres Diane-je sem...
- Drágám, Chassagne Montrachet Champs vagy inkább kérjük valami vöröset?