Destinations | Katya Voronina | Dance Centre Myway
It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss. I should've seen it coming from miles away. They've been armed in a sacred cult structure; shielding me of my oblescent dagger. There was a purpose upon the horizon; a destination -tangible & fragrant. & I march to ban you & I march to ban you & I march to ban you And I march with a thousand. It's not surprising I should find myself flailing, having across a bridge of certainty. Back behind enemy lines with no work till Tuesday; I didn't even fuck with the temptation. Got down, with little to do, I welcomed old habits like a long lost friend.. To Spite You Ashore 'bout a week in Venice giving themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness. The shrieking howls; light or grey & feeble. The sulky trees sad, dropping their knees in defeat. The temperature falls. There's a big light switch on. & from time to time Pharos from the cats