Death/Water The light tattered by the lightly cloudy sky awakens your eyes. The first moment of bliss is succeeded by a strong smell that does not come from your basement. (Strangely enough…?) It comes from the heart of the city, the reek of nature’s rotting soul rising from the snake-infested belly of Tehran. You hug the cushion, rubbing your face’s skin against its soft cover. The phantom ring of dead nomads’ caravan bells keeps you from slipping back to sleep. Deep down under, like a corpse sunk deep, the womb’s explosion is flowering with its roots upside-down, the stench vaporing assaulting your nostrils, secreting tar and oil. On its tar the city feeds and its oil it drinks.
BoNSTRuK! First Chapter
BoNSTRuK! First Chapter
BoNSTRuK! First Chapter
Death/Water The light tattered by the lightly cloudy sky awakens your eyes. The first moment of bliss is succeeded by a strong smell that does not come from your basement. (Strangely enough…?) It comes from the heart of the city, the reek of nature’s rotting soul rising from the snake-infested belly of Tehran. You hug the cushion, rubbing your face’s skin against its soft cover. The phantom ring of dead nomads’ caravan bells keeps you from slipping back to sleep. Deep down under, like a corpse sunk deep, the womb’s explosion is flowering with its roots upside-down, the stench vaporing assaulting your nostrils, secreting tar and oil. On its tar the city feeds and its oil it drinks.