Tiny invertebrates are the source of life. No wonder the gulf between us has become so vast. No wonder our bird ancestors dismissed the act of flight as something preventing our acquisition of teeth & thumbs. No wonder we became so good at unbecoming. Derailed. Demystified. Devastated. There was this brief sensation—a shimmer—the moment before everything changed & we became unrecognisable
Manifestations of desire & arborescent shapes are often controlled via methods of disarming & muddled icons. To wit: There are those among us who cannot experience the rhapsodic joy of weeping uncontrollably amid lovely ocean breezes. They weave themselves into a cocoon & gorge on lipids
