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Poetic Surreal Settings by Lory

Focus on the amazing work by Laurent Rosset known as Lory on Instagram. Each images he publishes inpires adventure loves ans fascinate fantasy enthusiasts. The visual stories he creates depict hot-air balloon above a stormy sea or a little craft in direction of a mysterious island.

The reflections of days past and those to come At Street Level London

We contemplate our image in the mirrors that time offers to our passings

Or is it the other way round, our image watches us drifting along the road to our own perdition

The alarms are nailed on the wall, they are the stark reminders of our primeval fears, painted in forget-me-not colours 

Their screams will rise in the dead of night to wake the beasts that dwell in the dark corners of your dreams

There is also a crocodile under your bed, to keep your hands tightly tucked under the sheets

Man will create his own ailments hoping to be saved by his own gods, lest he perishes lost in the maze of their mysterious ways

The end will always be the end, regardless of your temporal beliefs

Hugh Ardoin At Street Level Gallery

Road to Perdition Jay Electronica ft Jay Z

[Proust, À La Recherche du Temps Perdu, la transformation du temps en un espace imaginaire –> l’espace propre aux images]

“ (…) ce que Proust appelle métaphores, là où il ne s’agit plus de faire de la psychologie, mais où au contraire il n’y a plus d’intériorité, car tout ce qui est intérieur s’y déploie au dehors, y prend la forme d’une image. Oui, en ce temps, tout devient image, et l’essence de l’image est d’être toute au-dehors, sans intimité, et cependant plus inaccessible et plus mystérieuse que la pensée du for intérieur ; sans signification, mais appelant la profondeur de tout sens possible ; irrévélée et pourtant manifeste, ayant cette présence-absence qui fait l’attrait et la fascination des Sirènes.”

Maurice BLANCHOT Le chant des Sirènes in Le livre à venir (1959)

E si lanciò nel vuoto. Si lanciò con un misero paracadute, da quel precipizio, giù per la montagna. Quanti metri aspettavano sotto di lui, non lo sapeva. Gli importava solo di volare, di sentirsi libero. Cosa che il mondo intero gli impediva.
—  Yuri Baldacci (18/2/2014)

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