One day you just go to your corner shop to get some onions and suddenly you notice the darkness coming out of your neighbour’s window and suddenly you are dipped into some weird phantasmic viscosity of some kind of like totally unearthly feeling and there’s no way you can explain what the hell has just happened, was it because of the darkness, or maybe the luring breath of the curtain has kind of bewitched you or maybe it’s the way the light has shimmered on the glass and it felt like something has just winked at you? The more you are trying to get it the less sense it makes and you keep on walking and all what’s left is a fading memory of yourself being wrapped in a slimy cosmic velvet woven of star dust


Masha Batsea