TEETH - "U R 1" (removed by request)
In a dream I thought I was an alien that had just come to earth, looking at it from above like a hot air balloon. I thought that grains of rice were words, more precious than gold which had of course no meaning to me, and held secret in silos and in grocery stores, blended in amidst the food. I dreamt that speech was eating and talking was unnecessary. I ate so much rice, pilafs, curries, paellas, sashimi, but couldn't make sense of it in my stomach, it felt like jumbled nonsense, though I knew if I could only find the order it would all come clear in good time. [Buy from Moshi Moshi]
"Fever Dreams" is not a pathway, or food, or a sunset. It is not wind, nor is it speech. "Fever Dreams" is not a building. What it is is that little opening. Like when your shoe begins to split at the sole and the toe. When a tiny crack shoes up from a rock in the windshield. When the first droplet forms on a melting winter. It is that start, the tiniest step to the largest possibility of a finish. It is wagging, wailing hope. [Buy]
(Alt. Olympic Rings by Daniel Eatock)
Posted by Dan at September 6, 2011 9:15 PM