das auge der kunst (in dah chit uh kin knee)
Levity. And no obligations to one phase or the other. In between and frisky. A sort of fade into what others say. A texture separating flesh. That sound of a voice. The comfort, but without it.
In the bathroom, the thickness in the air is a brown tinged yellow. Musty and rain rotted seeming. Swelling of wet drywall is implied, the fungal sporadic and creative depths.
(andrew topel’s work is in this picture)
Where the nourishment ferments before being polished into points.
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