non cantus

the story of the search for the perfect language.
a story of dreams and failures.
no melody . . … ……… .. .. .. .. …… . . . … . . … . . … . . …… . . . . . . . . . . . ….. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
without melody, why have melody at all.
Do not be afraid. Do not be terrified.
Alienated from the present.

What is the black horse chewing?
Only memory. A bit of memory.
The day is breaking, but my room is composed of a long night.

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~ by beatricejarvis on May 24, 2014.

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