October 2010

  • In my secret garden there are vegetables with peculiar names, strange shapes and foreign heritage; twisted herbs whose leaves and buds are functional in particular situations; fruits that are an acquired taste; contorted bruise-coloured blooms. I love and love and love them all, talk to them, irrigate them, reconfigure their habitats, fertilise them, preserve their… Read more

  • I want to lock my face cams on your chocolate-cake eyes ski your hardline nose with my q finger swipe your plush-ice mouth with my spacebar trackpad thumb examine with my i finger the precious folds and little faint hairs of your pinna trickle my j finger down the long line from the left hinge… Read more