You sit at the edge of the world,I am in a crater that is no more.Words without lettersStanding in the shadow of the door.The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,Little fish rain down from the sky.Outside the window there are soldiers,steeling themselves to die.Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world,it seems.When your heart is closed,The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.The drowning girl’s fingersSearch for the entrance stone, and more.Lifting the hem of her azure dress,She gazes—-at Kafka on the shore.
Break Soap by Dave Hakkens is divided into small portions of soaps that can be broken off and used separately. So you can avoid the unsightly, old soap in addition to the sink and save yourself the constant refilling of the soap container. A funny idea, which also served its purpose.
There are an inordinate number of cat photos showing up on my dashboard tonight, I think the internet may be conspiring against me.