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I’m currently in the business of inventing fruits that don’t exist for some illustrations. It’s actually a lot more difficult than it sounds – because I’m trying to figure out how these things rot.

It’s like imagining a structure you’ve never seen collapsing and changing state in an environment you’ve never been in.

The song this week is notre amour sent l’ail by Zahia. Our love smells like garlic. Damn this shit is catchy.