all the moments tumbled
transposed composition
we are where we were where we are
all the other ills
looks like winter in june
it is as it was as it is
makes the whole thing
every morsel, every explosion
ONE:
tidy tidy tidy
neat neat neat
pitter pitter patter
baby feat
TWO:
shallow
no concept of value
a palette
that can't distinguish
from shit
exploitive
breaks everything
All images by Francois Henri Galland