Ewald Vorberg – Untitled (2017)
She was not fragile like a flower;
She was fragile like a bomb.
— Poetry At Most
She knows what she wants: an event, by which she means a slip of the
knife, a dropped wineglass or bomb, something broken. A sharp thing
that will wake her up.– Margaret Atwood, Good Bones & Simple Murders (via violentwavesofemotion)
