thinking inside the box turns out to be just as hap-hazardous as outside of it. above we have on
display ein nouveau piece, one of two contemplating the endless possibilities provided by the
parallelepiped. parts of it are inspired by the Mayan syllabus, which is a demented cross-over
between comics and glyphs. can anyone spot the head in the emptiness?
back in Bucharest, faster than anticipated, got a shit load of work to do but zi brain ist out of order.
turning round my tail, like a wondering dog, can't be bothered watching, just trying to trace
my way back home. no blessing is weightless, pressing on my chest till tears start ticking out
of my eyes. can't remember my childhood, still the future presses onwards towards a forgotten
past. turning till i'm afraid i'll spill myself over. dizzy but drawling, where does anyone belong?