Human Water ||| from SIXFOLD
Childhood is a human water, a water which comes out of the shadows. —Gaston Bachelard Boy beside a rain-barrel curling his hand over its edge— his fingers yellow in the roof-dark water he can’t see. … Continued
Childhood is a human water, a water which comes out of the shadows. —Gaston Bachelard Boy beside a rain-barrel curling his hand over its edge— his fingers yellow in the roof-dark water he can’t see. … Continued
Everyone was so into Angel. He drove this car with purple undercarriage lights and fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror. His girl Francine was with him sometimes, her arm hanging out the car window like she owned his … Continued