Mouldable Air

There is an important distinction at the level where the earth meets the air suspended across its face.

There are pipes extruding from puddles which dribble a peculiar purple fluid. No one knows what they are supposed to be used for but it has been respected that they will be unclogged when the dribble stops.

An internal ear is whirring, its minuscule tubes with minute fluids. A murmuring thump pulses - an internal activity formed through a very delicate balance of components. A personality founded upon contradictions in itself. The desire for freedom to roam diverse climates, to toy and flirt with undulating lands, only to return to a hole propped up with ancient planks which in themselves form a cavernous old shed underground. The moist air feels comforting, yet the fresh blue breeze is enticing in an eroticism that can never become ordinary.

Moving between lungs, the wind explores circles, triangles and humans. Awake there is no better friend that the voice in one's head and the cycle of day, with distant sunshine and the night with stars that exist in far off galaxies cloaked by distance and dense atmospheres.

Asleep there is no worse enemy than the voice in one's head and the cycle of night with intimate darkness and the day with sunshine that exists in imagined skies cloaked by the thick clouds of rationality.

Behind the shadow an unidentified creature presents a most ridiculous appearance. It has an inflated head with a long and peculiarly undefined slender body. Something like a tail protrudes from the nape of the neck and follows the pattern of the spine only to disappear with a wiggle underneath the tail bone. There are two rather egg like eyes mounted on stalks just above where the ears of a man would usually be positioned. The skin is somewhere between tough leather and an egg shell in texture. This queer thing is very active and lively, continually wriggling and paddling with its worm like legs.

The landscape in which it can be found is covered with a dense layer of fine ash, a dust which forms dunes and which resonates under the moonlight. During the day the sunshine causes this material to heat to the point it almost melts, it almost pours like liquid silt into valleys to expose a porous rock head, like some sponge confronted with Medusa. Out creeps an army of these comical organisms, it is impossible to deduce their scale in relation to the human form, since the punctures in these rocks may be craters or else smaller than pin pricks. Although this place has the sense of somewhere looked at, it is observed but not observable.