Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Alison Ranger
• Titre: Ghost Ship Sightings
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Tonight, we freez. The soulless stare from the glass reflections is the city itself, sliding through the stale air. Sucking air from steel frames, sucking air through iron lungs. The city breathes, pulling oxygen, and short circuits. The sun falls to its lowest, the early morning hours target. I am sinking through your doors. Iam drifting through you windows. We built this up to simplify our lives, as hazed victims of modern visions. And the possessive fear of dying alone is supplanted to drift in the dead air. You are safe in your kitchens. You are safe in your covers. You'd never see me coming. Were the lights in the hall on? Who turned the lights in hte hall on? I am the electric eyes. I am the letters in signs. I will never find you. Red shades in a blue-lit tomb. Arched bodies frozen like statues. The sky's rust is the wall around us.