Floyd

See through the eyes of Indian bugs. The light in the roofs of rotting grasses in the scorching sun after summer monsoons. Walk in shades of brown broccoli florets through the haze in the pots of cooked spinach leaves into the beams...

Spider webs of the last weed blossoms disappear in the shades of Oranienstraße. Clay swallows the last remnants of rain, smearing sweet streaks like mastic resin across the bright green lights of the shops. Where sticky branches now poke...