Ugo RondinoneDogdays Are Over, 1996 - 1998![](/vignettesoeu/RONDINONE-DOGDAYS-1996.jpg)
The evening passes like any other. Men and women float alone throught the air. They drift past my window like the weather. I close my eyes. My heart is a moth fluttering against the walls of my chest. My brain is tangle of spiders wriggling and roaming ar, 1998![](/vignettesoeu/RONDINONE-THEEVENINGP-1998-10_1.jpg)
Roundelay, 2001 - 2002![](/vignettesoeu/RONDINONE-ROUNDELA-2001-4_1.jpg)