[ Lombardo/Merchant ]. . Oh my dear friend. My dear friend Giorgio. How has this time Breton. Discouraged your liaison with the. Eye styled metaphysical. Incongruous scenarios. Dauntly jaunt about through nostalgic despair. Within childlike renderings. Of a nightmarish recall. "All my images Fragments. I've shored upon my ruins. Pictor classicus sum. I am pure". Step solemn with the. Air of reluctant manes. As rod and hoop shadow children. Scatter through a henna arcade. Figures indentured to a windless landscape. Enduring silence and flame. Da Da da. No loyalty to the nonsensical. Scorned their nihilist pageantry.