I’m on my back, and I’m staring at the ceiling, and I’m noticing cracks for the first time. The earth, the stars, and the sun move, but I’m perfectly still. I put a pillow up behind my head and picked up the book by my side, George Bataille’s Critical Essays 1,
Great choice in album. Nothing like a bit of Primal Scream to push the needle in your direction. Didn’t know anything about Bataille so thank you for widening my world view.
Great choice in album. Nothing like a bit of Primal Scream to push the needle in your direction. Didn’t know anything about Bataille so thank you for widening my world view.
I’ve never read Bataille. Not sure why. Just never got around to it I guess. Thanks.
I just read this after a much needed afternoon snooze. Perfect timing... thank you!