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Footnote men, not headlines. I found myself in the dark depth that would have been my right hand shone like a torch it. The light falls on something written on the wall and I see it as a diver named on the sunken hull naderflikker see in the flowing depth: ADAM ILEBORGH 1448. Who? He is the organ his clumsy wings stretch out and let come up - and it took almost a minute remained floating. photoscape What a successful experiment! Written on the wall: MAYONE, DAUTHENDEY, Kaminski ... the light falls on the one name to another. The walls are fully written. It is almost erased the names of artists Footnote men, the unplayed, photoscape the half-forgotten, the immortal unknowns. For a moment I believed all of them whisper their names together - whisper to whisper to a breaking wave along the corridor collapsed photoscape but no one knocked or not. It brackets no longer a thoroughfare. Another cemetery nor a marketplace but a bit of both. It is like a greenhouse. Many oxygen here. The footnotes's dead can breathe deeply, they remain in the previous photoscape ecosystem. But there is much that they escape! They are saved to the morality of power to swallow, they are the black-and-white box saved game where the stench photoscape of dead bodies is the only thing that will never die. They are rehabilitated. And those who can not take it do not stop giving. They have radiant and sombre photoscape tapestry partly rolled and later released. Some are anonymous, they are my friends but I do not know them, they are people photoscape like that stone carved on tombstones in old churches. Soft and rigid walls reliëwe in which we shed, figures and names in the sunken stone floors, on the way to extinction. But those who actually removed from the list would be ... they do not stay in the footnotes's environment, they walk down the descending path that ends in obscurity and peace. Perfect oblivion. It is a kind of examination that is conducted in silence over the border without anyone noticed it ...
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Footnote men, not headlines. I found myself in the dark depth that would have been my right hand shone like a torch it. The light falls on something written on the wall and I see it as a diver named on the sunken hull naderflikker see in the flowing depth: ADAM ILEBORGH 1448. Who? He is the organ his clumsy wings stretch out and let come up - and it took almost a minute remained floating. photoscape What a successful experiment! Written on the wall: MAYONE, DAUTHENDEY, Kaminski ... the light falls on the one name to another. The walls are fully written. It is almost erased the names of artists Footnote men, the unplayed, photoscape the half-forgotten, the immortal unknowns. For a moment I believed all of them whisper their names together - whisper to whisper to a breaking wave along the corridor collapsed photoscape but no one knocked or not. It brackets no longer a thoroughfare. Another cemetery nor a marketplace but a bit of both. It is like a greenhouse. Many oxygen here. The footnotes's dead can breathe deeply, they remain in the previous photoscape ecosystem. But there is much that they escape! They are saved to the morality of power to swallow, they are the black-and-white box saved game where the stench photoscape of dead bodies is the only thing that will never die. They are rehabilitated. And those who can not take it do not stop giving. They have radiant and sombre photoscape tapestry partly rolled and later released. Some are anonymous, they are my friends but I do not know them, they are people photoscape like that stone carved on tombstones in old churches. Soft and rigid walls reliëwe in which we shed, figures and names in the sunken stone floors, on the way to extinction. But those who actually removed from the list would be ... they do not stay in the footnotes's environment, they walk down the descending path that ends in obscurity and peace. Perfect oblivion. It is a kind of examination that is conducted in silence over the border without anyone noticed it ...
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