Monday, November 3, 2014

Unreality


Crowded cafes, beautiful people, green hair, red cups, I set time backward...I am turning the pages of a glossy magazine I am inside photographs watching unreality around me. Shops sell diamond salt from the mines of Kashmir, there is a Papier-mâché table before me, black chandelier above me, person in front of me eating a donut, he dissolves into an artist in Mont Royal eating pumpkin cheesecake who crumbles into an architect from Mile End drinking cappuccino, they have silver hair, their faces are paper white, they wear coal black, they look alike and multiply...then their faces melt, like pumpkins after Halloween, there is a deer skull on the shelf.


Autumn. Flowers like my dreams at night retain their structure, the desaturation button moves slowly, slowly to the left.