Decay

Break it all down.

Extinction of Useless Lights (1927) by Yves Tanguy

I got three inches of foam for our bed so we could sleep like mastodons, sinking our heavy heads into the silt of some river bed, abandoning our awkward bones to a dark, dreamless soup, resigning ourselves to a future without us in it.

Now each night as we surrender to fate, I ask you what you want to be…