There’s a big swirling ball of garbage There’s a lot of fucking soup cans They’re emptying off shelves and multiplying Plastic and tin triangle of death each particle a star a blink that goes on by… Earth is my… inflatable plastic toy.
The floor creaks under weight. A figure dissolves at second glance. A child’s imagination. Underneath, rotting corpses lurk to feed on discarded socks. Kids sleep alone or in pairs on wooden bunk beds. Parents vanish beyond the exit. A decorated soldier stands guard at the exit. Teddy bear is sworn to protect, such a figure […]