Homerics: “—Yet When We Came Back Late, From The Hyacinth Gardenyour Arms Full, And Your Hair Wet, I Could Notspeak, And My Eyes Failed, I Was Neitherliving Nor Dead, And I Knew Nothinglooking Into The Heart Of Light, The Silence.” — T.s. Eliot,
shygesture: ping-pong is an exchange between Ana Kraš and Sylvian-emmanuel P.
