Close your eyes. A creature crawls through the forest at dawn. Dew drops cling to its skin. An ear peeks out from a tuft of damp vegetation. Saliva drips slowly onto the moist earth. The scent of awakening soil rises gradually. This creature is you—your double, your triple, all the personalities you have buried. They watch you, from without and within. Trapped on this planet, yet even more so in your mind, the brambles tear at your skin. You run to escape—but from what? The figures perched upon your shoulders. And then you realize a hand holds the sheet that prevents you from moving forward.

Land Between the Lakes: Blake Daniels @ Bremond Capela, Paris
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