Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin:
Starting now, the content of days will be poured into the demijohn of night. Despair will take on the joyous forms of the end of apple time and will roll like a hail of drums freshly poured on the humid shadow which we use for a coat. The nights will be lengthened to the detriment of days, in broad daylight, according to the rules of the most obstinate and sordid moods. Eggs of light will be piled up on the breasts of buildings. Dreams will be forbidden to accost women in the street.
Let us now how much more you want…..
Image: Wikimedia Commons Andre Breton