I am drained from stretching this rubber band way too much…
Distance between places and distance between memories always fascinates me,
and sometimes they coincide like storms and Star waves.
I am getting murdered here from this vibration of hard liquor…
Someone’s there getting impregnated with a future murderer at the same pulse,
and it’s a surreal crime happening all around us…
The probability of creation.
You have a rubber band and you are a rubber band…
Abundant and productive through seclusion.
Stretch it…be stretched,
Stretch it…be stretched…
Stretch it…be stretched.
Suffocation inside my walls now…
Smoke and a smell of rotten wrinkles,
this city is fragrant in the echoes of distant azans and dissolving kirtons…
BAM…
It’s up to me now which I will continue,
the elastic in my hand
or the elastic through my body.
…………………………………………………………….
Photograph: Gianni Colombo.
Wow. Just wow. I love the vivid picture this read created in my mind.
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Thank you. ☺️
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I am stunned! Such a powerful piece beautifully depicting the perplexity caused by the many dilemmas of life. You’re simply brilliant, Ankan! 🌸🤗🌸
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Thank you Chhaya. Your words always mean a lot. ☺️😁
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My pleasure! 🌸🤗🌸
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☺️☺️
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Elasticity is a profound piece.
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Thank you.
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The sheer power of words creates the image in the mind. Awesome!
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Thank you.
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Pensieri molto profondi e intrigante il parallelo con l’elastico!
Bravo
Shera🌹🌷🌻
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Thank you.
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The good news is rubber bands bounce back.
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Yeah.
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