by Christa_eselin
Who absolutely fascinates me is the fragile elephant virgins wandering through the twenty-five-degree frost in pink blades jackets, brittle crawling pants and crystal boots, similar to the deer of the copper. When I look at their gently blue, eye-toned faces, frozen in pre-death concentration, I am overwhelmed by reverence and fear. Of course, I think, they accidentally crashed to us through some hole from their stinking spring world, where gardens bloom forever, butterflies crack, and silent golden limousines ride.

Otherwise, I can’t explain why they are so dressed.