If you put three shades of green and a thick layer of shameless white,
you will get a spineless forest…
Some shades of grey and a pinch of sunset desolation…you will get a a forest of twilight, flourishing to be a phallic expression.
Then just black and white…just the stormy monochrome…
You will get a forest, roaring and growling in insightful destruction.
I was seeing a painting at the underground walls of a metro station.
I was seeing at it…I wasn’t drunk, I have never been drunk on mechanical rigidity.
I ate a lot of that painting, standing there among the crowd.
I had to take a metro towards lowlands, where there was a timeless woman waiting.
But as I was riding on the rail, i saw a child in front of that same colorfulness,
drawing some birds with his saliva.
Strangely I never noticed that all the time I was there.
But I guess that doesn’t make him a better source of imagery…or make me a sadistic passenger.

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Photograph: Llewellyn Berry.