memories erased old world lying dead yet here we are singing on it´s funeral shall we drink to our health on this obscure burial feast shattered among glass not caring anymore
“Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”
Soil and cold air on my chest, that´s it, surrounded by crackling trees, dark waters and wild winds, but then earth became still. Every voice in the woods lowered, so they could hear the sentence that´s being passed. Death, death, death, let him die, for the gods, was the secret thought process of the forest. Dark nymph, in the role of priest, judge and executioner, something every murderer is in one person.
One cold night we were burning the ashes -in theology, apotheosis refers to the idea that an individual has been raised to godlike stature thanks to: models-David S., Lívia T., Michaela P., Tomáš Ch., props-Kistián K.(although they weren´t used)
Chladné rána a kroky križujúce prázdne mesto. Obrovské budovy osvetlené iba jemným svetlom z východu.
Mestá sú vždy najkrajšie za úsvitu, keď sú ulice prázdne a človek ich môže s úplnou voľnosťou objavovať.
Keď sa ulice začali zapĺňať a obchody otvárať, tak sme utekali do Maďarskej Národnej Galérie. Pretože čo by to bolo za návštevu väčšieho mesta, keď nestrávime excesívne dlhý čas v galériach.
Maximálne vyčerpaní sme sa ešte vybrali do Museum of applied art v nádhernej secesnej budove od Odona Lechnera.