… by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to.

– Laura Adams Armer – Waterless Mountain

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov

You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there …

– Charlotte Eriksson –

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

– Roberto Bolaño – 2666

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov