Cloudy, nuanced, dreamy. Pumice-y memories of metamorphic instability. Remember in the afternoon, when you gave me something I didn't understand? Remember the orange peels drying above the hearth? Remember in the attic, when we got too close, in the basement where we hid breathlessly from chasers, and then, a few months later, in the school halls, when we looked at each other with dead eyes and finally walked away from each other?
F. Cornelissen's Munjebel will unlock the strangest memories. I am not going to tell you how to understand it, or explain why it is so wonderful, from atop a volcano in Italy, so far from here. Submit and maybe you will see it too. Suspend your adhesion to standards of taste, sight and smell. Go off the grid.
Oh, i remember. an out of body tasting experience. phenom. thank you for sharing this.
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