"The god of the train is not the commuter-bodies
who pack themselves into cars each rush hour.
The god of the train is the ghost of tired shoes,
and lives inside light particles, the rivers we cross,
and most of all the tracks we ride. Most do not know the god exists,
but we leave him offerings anyway: bottles and newspapers,
illegal radios, graffiti scratch and spray — all of this is his scripture."
Sophia Holtz, “Prayer for the Mechanized God,” from VHS Tapes From Hell
"I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind."
Ode to Bumble & Bumble Multi-Talented Sculpting Medium: the only product in my hair. No bobbi pins no hairspray. No crunchiness. Just pure greatness. It’s the best hair gel in the whole world probably.
Rihanna at Comme des Garçons fashion show in Paris.