Happy Birthday Sylvia Plath
October 27th 1932 | February 11th 1962.
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead, I lift my eyes and all is born again."
tilted to the side;
1 makes haste, while the other waits.
isolation-dark place with a bright square;
gridded out like a city,
population of 1
now and forever.
i will not seek refuge
for behind this wall, stands me.
upon the collapse of myself
shall this tall wall fall.
Splashes of red
upon my bed,
Reeks of the Sea
food on my plate.
Oh, cruel fate!
On a quest to obtain my sordid things,
The sky stretched and waited for me
And through discourse, we understood.
Make my company in lonely hours,
shored against my ruins.
Will i see you tomorrow?
New Order- Ceremony
Artisan video shot in 8mm.