Blog Lacuna
We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.
These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.
M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.
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Your contributions are welcome.
email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com
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Bunker Fuel #7. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. News had just come over, we had five years left.... ~ Ballardian ~ Dreams of rivers, like scenes from a forgotten film, drift through the night, in passage between memory and desire. Eventually the jungle worked its vines and roots through the rotten doorways and seeds fell and then sprouted in the vents.
The Art of Hugh Ford?
M.L Darling had cause to recently translate an email written in French. Weep for joy!
- Mad Plumbing.
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