“Spring returns; it returns and will go away. And God
curved in time repeats himself, and passes, passes
with the backbone of the universe on his shoulder.
When my temples beat their mournful drum,
when that sleep etched on a knife hurts me,
there are desires not to move an inch from this poem!”
– César Vallejo. Weary Circles.
Produced by Kenny Segal • Artwork by Alex Jackson.