Wishing peace for those pieces glued together, sewn with thick cotton thread, pasted and plastered, sticked upon with saliva after drinking orange juice: yellowish matter that continuously drips on vaporous paper, ultimately absorbed to put an end to this citrus river.
Spill abundant amounts of varnish, mummified patchwork. Inhale it while fresh to jumpstart the ride inwards, where it all originated from.
Once it’s dried, mark it with oily lines. Repeatedly. The lines desperately stick to the varnish, foolishly, as they are completely unaware of their tendency to melt in time.
(thoughts on textures, process and diverse liquids)
P.S. dive in.