las pilas

like i said. We trade bugs. Not that i ever feel clean in the shower because when something is wet and the drain is clogged and there´s a little bit of something left from the dish rag there on the tile, it becomes dirty once again for being wet. Would that the tile were white, but instead it´s marked with a forest of colors. Clean is absent. Wet is
what. Vector of disease. Flexibility. Something to be consumed because it fills without identity, with ease. Fabric is a flat solid which has been made to resemble a liquid through a process of miming the physical notion of an interlocking network collapsing. Women, we prefer dressed in the most liquid of fibers, as if there were no line between their own fluidity and that of the cover protecting them from nudity. We want them to dress in something that threatens to evaporate at the right temperature. Young women anyways.
I made a dress once for a boy that was like that, all ocean, or really, because i am not so pure, like the rainbow on top of a puddle after a rainstorm, dyed the silk and cut the dress and it falls off when you pull the knot like a drop of water and it has a few lines like waves to keep me floating.