tetralogy on colour 3

Tetralogy on Colour 3

As if I’m inviting them by showing them T’s that are referring to their existence.

One snail entered my kitchen yesterday evening. It already had arrived in the sink, when I turned on the light in the kitchen to find myself a beer.
I moved my hand unconsciously of its presence a few centimeters past it, reaching for the cap, which had missed its supposed destination.

I hesitated. Didn’t know what to do. Stood there with disgust.
A snail in my sink!

I found myself a sort of a tool. So I could pick it up & throw it back into the garden.

Next time I kill’m.
Hate it.

Now I totally forgot to tell about the T itself.

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