- The unattainable logic of dream.
- Landscapes of a world gone by.
- Soft lights turn on inside of me when I fall asleep. Lightning my darkness.
- In the end everything entwine together and disappear, in due time.
- Caressing the past with the feather of time.
- So quietly that my ears go deaf.
- Seed.
- Only a fraction of our field of vision is sharp any one time.
- Everything has its sides, at least two.
- Memories are crumbled like figures: 1/2, 1/4, 1/8, 1/16, 1/32, 1/64.
- As time goes by, as dates break the past is getting lighter.
- Memory is redrawing everything.
- The road begins from one, it seduces into the darkness under the red lights. Scents linger in the shadows, sweet and salted by sorrow.
- The moon turned its bridge towards me.
- Smoke in my eyes. The slipperiness of ice on my tongue. Signs of danger are visible.
- From one cycle to another until the unachievable is reached.
JAANA RANNIKKO