Artwork: Vincent van Gogh
Three voices for one head:
saw a man on fire,
I saw a man on fire…
I saw a man burning, walking and burning, running and burning,
He stops, looks at me, and burns,
He screams; his throat burns, a distant hiss comes from his shrill scream,
As if he and his screams, A little piece of plastic; That melts and burns,
And the people, from the smell of his burning, Turn their faces away; Not even a whimper reaches them.
This night eats us apart
Gardens planted us, trees, plants gave us air and moisture, then tamed us to kill us, we… the compost.
I am all that is not in me, all that I am not.
I am you.
I am everything that I have not been and everything that I will not be, everything that I have not lived and everything that I will not live, everything that I have not become and everything that I will not become, everything that I have not achieved and everything that I will not strive for, everything that is not like me and everything that will not be like me, everything I have not experienced and everything I will not experience, everything I have not dreamed and everything I will not dream, everything I have not thought and everything I will not think, everything I have not feared and everything I will not fear.
I am everything that I have been and will be, everything that I have lived and will live, everything that is like me and will be, everything that I have experienced and will experience, everything that I have dreamed and will dream, everything that I have thought and will think, everything that I fear and will fear.
Water and pestilence near the garden of the house,
The child neither drank nor drowned,
He lived as an orphan, torn by a single idea.
What would happen if he were able to cast fire in the face of fire?
The earth gave birth to us to become its fertilizer, so that it may continue, and for the brief siege of the plague of death, we continue.
I, I saw a man burning,
spinning, dancing, and burning,
His body relaxed in a fall, as if sleep had suddenly overtaken him and he was burning,
He raised both hands, waving, coming and going like a dancer, turning and burning,
I saw his lips melt from the intensity of the flame, forming a smile that burned,
I saw a burning smile.
Trees have a different way of defining time.
I am what I feel, I am what I know because I feel it.
The dream gap is in all that we have been and all that we have not been, in all that we are and all that we have not insisted on, in our dreams that have come true and those that have not.
What we love resembles us more than what we live, those we love resemble our imaginings more than how they are.
This night kills us apart
The consciousness, the awakening, and the light, a belt of fear in the form of a giant bee,
A box of flowing time is the water in the child’s eyeball,
He does not know why or what it is like every day; The darkness attacks!
He is scared, afraid, growing, and burning.
I saw a man on fire,
I saw memories burning,
I saw a child inhabiting a burning man,
I saw a mother whose son burned,
I saw a lover whose lover burned,
I saw a friend whose friend burned,
I saw dreams burning,
I saw pain burning,
I saw secrets burning,
I saw a man become a fire, I saw a man become a burning fire.
I am the other, he is me and he is you.
I saw a man on fire,
I saw a man wake up from sleep and burn,
I saw a man tend his flowers and burn,
He washes his clothes in the coldest water and burns.
He writes long letters and burns,
I saw a man writing about happiness. He burned.
The night is falling and we are all alone, just you and me.
I have seen,
I saw you burn
I saw you live and burn.
I saw your loneliness and I was alone.
I have seen this night eat us apart,
This night kills us all apart.
I’m free of memories and the anticipation of what’s to come,
Free from fear, free from love, free from the power of desire,
Free of what I wanted to become, what I became, what I did not.
Free of languages and words