The Somnambule's Crime
Anti-Nature
From the train we see a deciduous tree with a tin scrolling lever upright next to a piece of ancient office furniture which is slowly developing a mirrored skin. My lover loves it as it totters on the the edge of a rumored “nature” like three black sausages asleep in a white paper carton. Very passive and very detailed. A candlelit puppet mine with temporary female workers arranging their hair prior to mating. Very precious and full of serio-comic pleasures. To the immediate left a grotto full of silver chickens much like recalcitrant billfolds.