Dearest gnawers,
I am a Russian nesting doll of an animal kingdom.
A new project of instant gratification (though really, how often is gratification really found instantly, how instant can i call something that is still sustained effort). Plastic plastic plastic. Vignettes but without (or in some way also perhaps with) a dark halo.
Many conversations and questions and also some disagreements about how to hold this new work. A slice of my life, a slice of my house? Something imbued with the same sense of this thing on top of this other thing.
Imagine being soft and snug like a can of stuffed shrimp.
how many hooves does it take to make a hand?
Maybe you have to see what's fake in order to know what's real. Inherent material meaning, knowing what it would feel like on your tongue just by looking. Oh to be so slippery. Oh to be a pony, stuck being a monkey forced to dance.
Yours practicing gratitude, and practicing knowing the difference.
E