reblog from http://dashburst.com/what-social-networking-looks-like-in-real-life-comic/
Millions of eyes look up at windows, bridges, capers, and they might be scanning a blank page.
Your footsteps follow not what is outside the eyes, but what is within, buried, erased.
Soon the city fades before your eyes, the rose windows are expunged, the statues on the corbels, the domes.
My mind goes on containing a great number of cities i have never seen and will never see, names that bear with them a figure or a fragment or glimmer of an imagined figure…
And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions: on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms, for each one it finds the most suitable mask.
…when you concentrate and stare at the carpet, you recognize the street you were seeking in a crimson or indigo or magenta thread which,in a wide loop, brings you to the purple enclosure that is your real destination.
Every now and then at the edges of the street a cluster of constructions with shallow facades, very tall or very low, like a snaggle-toothed comb, seems to indicate that from there the city’s texture will thicken.
Nobody wonders where, each day, they carry their load of refuse.
A cataclysm will flatten the sordid mountain range, canceling every trace of the metropolis always dressed in new clothes.
But first, for many long years, it was uncertain whether or not the final victory would not go to the last species left to fight man’s possession of the city: the rats.
Music is already there, it just has to be written down.
Sentences picked at random from Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities.
And sinks like a blind fish to the bottom of the bathtub.
when you’re talking about a pair of wool
in the dead of winter.
shudder or note,
a single seed:
i am made of earth and my song is made of words.
of tea, of jasmine and of dreams,
that scent of wandering spring.
will shed light where once was darkness
shining on plates spread all over the table
like contented flowers.
moonlight precise within its halo,
rounded beauty of a diadem.
to take a closer look,
that she knit with her
when i was young
now a worn
most ancient hand,
most vital disk,
planet and planetarium:
in your likeness
of my praise
i want to fill
put on its warrior suit
and straightbacked, built
your beauty assembled
petal by petal
is the world’s