Out past it all, looking back at a pale blue fetus. There is a dawning loss of care and hierarchy, an angels trumpet twining up a rusted stop sign. I am fascinated in decay which aids some growth such a consumptive force breaks us free even from the shackles of pervasive duality. A sticky dance floor and saccharine music the vinyl models with plastic wrap clinging their fragile and tumbling bodies falling flower petals float over the strobe lights eye catching beacons of divi