8 water…


The world is empty with consolers and managers.

And, yet, we are all water.

“Only water can endow complete solitude

akin to the stars akin to the silence of dismantled skies

to scorch time to fill rubies

and to create the past out of that which has not arrived yet

it can impersonate all that is not and be a wall

but it cannot imitate itself

it is quite simple in that regard

it is the stock of dreams and deaths and all possible


(from the poem “Ode to Water” by Branko Miljković, translated by me)