COME IN. BE LOST. Vol. I
The instruments do not sleep in their dark cribs / They keep cool, meditate / They have speech with strangers / Come all ye faithless / Young and crazy victims of love / Come the lowlife and the highborn / All ye upside-down shitasses / Bring your own light / Come in. Be lost. Be still / If you miss us at home / We’ll be on our way to the reckoning (Mette Rasmussen, poem by C. D. Wright)
© Mette Rasmussen, Berlin, 2022, Florian Fritsch
COME IN. BE LOST. Vol. I
The instruments do not sleep in their dark cribs / They keep cool, meditate / They have speech with strangers / Come all ye faithless / Young and crazy victims of love / Come the lowlife and the highborn / All ye upside-down shitasses / Bring your own light / Come in. Be lost. Be still / If you miss us at home / We’ll be on our way to the reckoning (Mette Rasmussen, poem by C. D. Wright)
© Mette Rasmussen, Berlin, 2022, Florian Fritsch