Invisible things by Noëlle Maline

With the flicker of a bird .. I prefer distractions and being interrupted . These days , I am a luggage organizer , book filer and background diorama painter .. I look at the night sky and watch old films .. Collect shadows and uncertainties .. I make art with fragments and broken images .. Paper , things and sounds .


here in the town of machine...

dead man and a few quotes :

coarse you can't put much stock in a man who spends most of a 
conversation talkin' to a bear...
talkin' to a goddamn bear.

look out the window...and doesn't it remind you of when you were 
in the boat?

they are shooting buffalo, government says...
it killed a million of em' last year alone.

that doesn't explain why you've come all the way out here...
all the way out here to hell.

i make flowers out of paper,   smell...
what does it smell like?

it's better to be Nobody,  then He Who Talks But Says Nothing.

did you kill the white man that killed you?
i'm not dead,  am i?

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