“The impression that the world could swallow itself (…) and in a reverse movement could vomit it to a distant innermost, that would answer to the name ‘nowhere’.” — Pierre Péju Copy Share Image
“come, ancient and unchanging night Night, born as dethroned king, Night, internally equal to silence, Night. With sequins of volatile starlight Woven on your… — Pierre Péju Copy Share Image
“The impression that the world could swallow itself (…) and in a reverse movement could vomit it to a distant innermost, that would answer… — Pierre Péju Copy Share Image
