the unknown city
this is the city you cannot imagine, (post)postmodern, inhuman, a trace of a word you cannot remember; a complete invention with new labrinths of order, new devices of wonder. this is the spectacle you could not map out, that throngs with strange telepathies and benevolent evolution. i will stand here, my invisibility: completely visible.
as the arms of a flood rise to meet shades of blue, deep and unspoken, so the sky opens too, and i am left to settle in my smallness, to retreat, mended only by the shy rush among the grain.
how can we speak of the absence of light; what words shall we use for light?
church of light: tadao ando
i am mourning the memory of god.