“I’ve often thought that there isn’t any “I” at all; that we are simply the means of expression of something else; that when we think we are ourselves, we are simply the victims of a delusion.”
―A. Crowley. (Diary of a Drug Fiend).
RED DOOR MAGAZINE – 12th ISSUE – March, 2013
We are all dead. The sun has set one time on our surprised corpses and our tired old selves have disintegrated. These are new eyes that feast on this world for the first time. The city appears to us strange, like a confused animal. Upon further inspection we see that it is sick. It is swarmed by creatures eating away at it’s flesh. It is caught in a net of electric wires and pipes and screws and such a tangled mess.
Our first instinct is to save it. The new mind clinging to the past. Over time, the sick city and it’s inhabitants fade from our thoughts. They are no different than the fish in the sea, following the currents toward their end.
Death and destruction are constant. All over.
We are alive. We are reborn. Re-risen. We awaken with a new mind and a full heart. That is all. Always as strangers far away from home. There is no home. There is nothing.
Keep on truckin’!
Directed by: Elizabeth Torres – Brandon Davis.
CORRESPONDENTS: Please click on their names to see their current segment.
- Mario Z. Puglisi – Mexico>>>>>>> Maps to fight anxiety / bilingual.
- Tanya Cosío – Mexico>>>>> Marina Tsvietáieva
- Alejandro Alban Alvarez – Colombia>>>>>>> Poetry & short stories
- Jorge Valbuena – Colombia>>>>>>> La raíz invertida
- Melaine Knight – Australia>>>>>> Neon Rebel…
- Eyel-ds Burrrrrn
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