There is no lyre without hidden anger

 Adjusted stern to the fixed rudder, both intend to coordinate their unbridled desires that mobilize all the agitated storms. We live as slaves of the sea in that uncertain wandering of our light steps. There is no lyre without hidden anger behind the thinness of each vibrating string. There is no past without a future consumed in its immediacy, nor a present without a future being realized. That compressed and fused temporality. Where the entire time is compressed in the Big Bang of the instant.

Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.