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The walls of the world sometimes spawn creatures.
These monsters resemble the same animals who built the walls.
They are lost. They do not know who they are.
Their skins frequently open to reveal immensities.
Reaching. Reaching. Reaching and tumbling.
They are babies. They destroy with their play.
The struggle of understanding, of devouring.
With the night, they crawl into themselves…
and dream another universe. [These fantastic images are drawn from the startling and phenomenal creations of a muralist who goes by the name of Blu – go here for his website and here for a site featuring a documentary on Blu’s work.] |
