005 // video
[the device clicks on to record the Black Madonna's soft smile; it seems she's back home at last. one would be hard pressed to tell where she'd spent the past few weeks at all; not a hair is out of place, and that perpetual serenity remains uninterrupted.
when she speaks, the soft chime of bells accompanies the sound.]
Tell me, Discedo... if you could be granted one thing from home... be it a person, a precious item, a breeze from a familiar field... what would it be?
I wonder what this world would look like if we could compile such things. I have the feeling winters would not feel so cold and we would not be made to miss the sun quite so much as we often do.
when she speaks, the soft chime of bells accompanies the sound.]
Tell me, Discedo... if you could be granted one thing from home... be it a person, a precious item, a breeze from a familiar field... what would it be?
I wonder what this world would look like if we could compile such things. I have the feeling winters would not feel so cold and we would not be made to miss the sun quite so much as we often do.