PLASTICITÉ
plasticite
the endo the world
rites
phantasms
ad nauseum
fragments of the academy
contact
M E A T T H E T E A M
the moment is rendered in the contents of a smallish hexagonal white prism box with labels in very small children's font and rainbow colors.
At one point I had a butterfly. She was very transparent and just a little bit blue. I let her go in the car but kept losing her on the floor, against the grey carpet.
the skin of the arm she was holding turnt to a stoney, scaly pink surface and quickly transformed into hardened pink flesh
her face spreading into a smile across a sand dune, her mouth a swirl of black, purple, blue and pink.
the rock turned into a slick grey human-like body that dove into the water under me before I could see its head. I felt my legs enter the water.
he teased, “ those there aren’t rocks up ahead, those are the heads of giant octopi with thick, strong tentacles that will pull you into the dark water”
there was a stone ledge that made it easy for her to jump straight into the water, diving down
to meet the lips of a stone woman’s face, a ruin of an old ship ornament.
he pulls away its scaled gums, showing me that the teeth are just dulled canines and incisors.
I N T E R U R I N A S E T F A E C E S N A S C I M U R
plasticite
the endo the world
rites
phantasms
ad nauseum
fragments of the academy
contact