THAT WE WOULD BE MOULDED FROM CLAY, HARDENED BY FIRE, BLESSED BY NATURE, ENLIGHTENED BY AN UNCANNY LIKENESS, DRESSED BY ITALIAN FRENCH DESIGNERS AND SENT OUT TO CA– USE HAVOC… ALWAYS TO BE DESTROYED… FLAMES… FLAMES… WE CROWD AROUND A FIRE THINKING IT IS OUR FRIEND, WARMING US SO WE CAN DRINK BEER OUTSIDE IN THE WINTER, HEATING OUR SOUPS AND LIGHTING UP THE NIGHT. HA! FIRE OUR FRIEND! OUR TOOL! HA! ARE THINGS ACTUALLY LIGHTER? HOW HAVE WE NOT LEARNED TO DISTRUST THE FLAME? HOW DO WE NOT LEARN TO EAT OUR FOODS RAW AND TRAVEL FURTHER SOUTH? FLAMES! THE WATER IS BOILING NOW… I HAVE A CHAOTIC HEART BECA– USE I AM COMPELLED TO DESTROY FOR I KNOW I WILL SOON BE DESTROYED. THE COPY IS ALWAYS DESTROYED, ESPECIALLY THE COPY’S COPY.
Moulded From Clay
