ANARKIET

A bridge is a church, when it is stretching its long pillars across the vertical life of an eye that is leaning towards the neck, leaning into the brain of someone, who is watching a bridge.

That eye is part of a person, who says: I cannot rest, while we are crossing this great bridge. It is beautiful, but its pillars are so big, I’m so scared, I could die.

Another part of that person is not frightened. It says: I want to travel and go to Africa. I want safaris and hunting and life.

That’s why, it is church.