Khashayar Mohammadi
Me, You, Then Snow
The figure of asphalt reappears through out the book and forms a ribbon of associations.
my brain buttered to asphalt
we paved a new path to the mind
and listen to the gentle static
of car tires on wet asphalt
a motorway behind every window
with asphalt crackling
hidden from sight
but ever present
And so for day 3110
17.06.2015