enter the supermarket (behind the curtain)
"...We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier. Where are we going, Walt W? The doors close in an hour. What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!..."
Labels: chiasma, helsinki secrets, morphologies of body and space
posted by SAM RENSEIW at 10:34 pm
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