top of page


that elixir of green energy, your pastel colour belying a thousand bolts of lightning. you are so artfully whole, so evenly dispersed, it seems that nothing could unsettle you. but left to your own devices, time will disarticulate every particle of your being until your mossy sediment gathers at the bottom, leaving a tentative liquid in its wake. far from the permanence of a solution, you were only ever a suspension - proof of our continued descent towards entropy.

bottom of page