hygiene theater (day 188)

The art of Adam McLean.

"Everywhere there was a brooding, palpable Power for which he could find no visual image: a Power that exhaled a miasmal slumber. In those dreams...he somehow identified himself with the eyeless people; he lived and moved as they, in profound caverns, on nighted roads." --@KlarkashT

"...if a lie be believed only for an hour, it hath done its work..."

coming to the window
not daylight
but crimson shroudlight

it's a gender reveal party

nil treague
with the earth
even to save ourselves

it's a gender reveal party
destruction being our love

"During production, much of the South Beach area in which the show was set was blighted by dilapidated buildings, homeless people and crime; in order to achieve the shots and scenes they needed, the production team would paint over graffiti and fix up decaying structures."

"How tired I am of stories, how tired I am of phrases that come down beautifully with all their feet on the ground... I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on the pavement."

--V.Woolf, The Waves via @crossmansusanna

Killtime.

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