Lucky me I found a stone on the floor. Stepping over it and releasing my rusty grainy diluted flourescent feverish blueish fragrance. Cut off from everything, Toungue in cheek, louscious poppies, Sprouting from the wasteland. Limitless potential.
deep shit. The connection I sometimes experience with an artist when I look at a complicated piece of art. Meaning that transcends space and time to put me in front of that artwork made by a stranger that somehow makes me feel understood and then the whole human world opens up.
