vrijdag 5 oktober 2012

Plastic dreams

My first night at the 8th continent. After I soaked in a steaming bathtub outside in the woods behind the Metaal Kathedraal I slept under the church's wooden arches surrounded by shiny plastic. Over my head six giant plastic fish were watching over me. Earlier that evening I had seen them float through the air, slowly exploring their new territory.
The rain ticked a rhytm on the roof. I dreamt my first plastic dreams. Colourful and light, in every shape possible. Undestroyable.

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