myownmontague The Path. 3d

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myownmontague I'm tired of tired bedfellows, their tongues nothing more than empty promises. How to manage a sleeping giant, how to make him dream while awake is beyond me my love. So I'll trust in my subconscious longings, my deluge of dreams burnt into film stock and projected on the inside of my eyelids. Sweet one, you speak of things you know not of, you burn into my mind with the strength of a thousand men. To be more than carnal desire, that's how to get inside me. Follow these freckles that become stars upon my flesh, a roadmap to a time long since past, and lives we can barely remember even when squinting our eyes. Can you see me? Do you remember? If so, write me in that secret language only lovers are fluent in. If not, leave me in the jungle where you found me ferocious and full of hunger. (e) 1w

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myownmontague Edwin Alexis Gómez, "Like you were never there", 2014, Light projection, emulsion scratch on wall, 48 x 60 in. 2w

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