“I’m alone, twiddling my thumbs. Pulling at my short new hairs. They don’t know you. The person that woke up new that I am has never met you. The person that you are now is something new as well. I have not seen it before. The chip on your shoulder, fading quickly between the rest of the shadowed figures bumbling into one another across the water. I’m scared that I don’t want to know you, whoever you are. You’re not listening anyway, so I’ll be sure to erase the vestiges of the trail of mud you left behind. Don’t seek me out. I’m sinking deeper and deeper to the bottom of the pool of water, looking up at the shadows of the lives of the people above the surface. One by one they disappear; my tears are washed away and only add to the volume which holds me. I’m safe here. I think I’ll turn into a droplet of water. Yes, I’d like to become a cloud and you will hear my gentle thunder from afar. ps. I’ve been watering your plants.”
Weight (kg) | 7 |
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Dimensions LxWxH | 25x25x76cm (10x10x30'') |