“Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present...
The cushion and bathrobe sunbathing...
It could be a metaphor for repression It could be a metaphor for naturalness It could be a garment of love Hanging like this on, carelessness, could be ...
Dialectical landscape with natural thesis and constructive antithesis and the synthesis of the clothesline that combines the two ones before. Thesis, antithesis and synthesis crossed by the wind that doesn’t rhymes with time. If I were wind I would like this landscape: It is plenty of...