Spiders

Spiders Posted on May 20, 2008 by Ernesto Priego David Bowie in 1973, © Leee Black Childers (from Bande a part) â€" This afternoon Grace is listening to Ziggy Stardust. Gravity is playing with the spiders of Marx. “Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing” sings Grace, headphones on. “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce,” murmurs Gravity, looking down. Then she smiles alone, dropping her fingers like atomic bombs. â€" Part of the reality of exil