The Distorted I
The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!
The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!
When you face the unknown, the company of a fairy is a good thing.
On the traces of the golden tongue, Alain Aillet still crosses the track of the invaders of Hyperborea
On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light
Alain Aillet regales us with a mythological deciphering of which he has the secret with that of the Golden Tongue.
By opening the old mahogany chiffonier, he had not sought to find anything
Every morning, around nine o’clock, he settles down on the same terrace. There, he looks.
He wakes up again, without haste, as one comes back from a journey that cannot be written.
The Teutonic language has kept a good part of the original language
When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams
The origin of all languages can be found in ancient German and in all modern languages
At a time before oblivion, men walked to the sacred, to the winds of legends.