A very deep sleep in which I have never been so engulfed. The night before: dreams of a new society which wears simplistic, very shapely (like fruit) costumes, everyone has enough money and are obsessed with quality as a means to an end. They have beautiful skin, very few wrinkles, and live to be a hundred and twenty five.
The day before: the zoo. I am impressed by a finely chiseled expression of nobility in the faces of gorillas. One cannot look at them so closely, their eyes scanning us, their backs straight and heads turned upwards, and not compare our intelligence.
Text by John Hudson White
22. NOVEMBER. MMXXV. PLUM
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