laying on a water bed watching an installation move around me
laying on a hospital bed
being watched
stomach juice
"At the end of this quivering canal you come to a spooky rainforest with old plumbing and dangling debris — buckets and spiders, matted wire and drink bottles. Hanging items drop downward like stalactites. You walk around the trashy plastic cave with a sense of awe, as if inspecting the natural marvels of speleology."
Monday, March 9, 2009
POLLY BORLAND
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