In the reality of a room, in which the lover is sitting and staring at the object telephone, images and narrations formed by the forces of fiction interfere.

12 FICTION(S)

„Ja ...“ Es gab eine erneute Stille und danach fragte Nínive, in einem dummen Ton: „Und wäre ich dann Königin?“

Of the countless false certainties that roam the world, art does not subscribe any.

Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

Instead of accepting speculative endeavours as reflections of the present in the future, enabling diffractive viewpoints within the world can help us engage into a deeper analysis of how speculations can actually come to be.

Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

The Devil’s Drool