So, there he goes, sliding across space synapses. He slithers in parts of his own brain matter in order to try and reach his main objective: The pursuit of surreal futuristic thoughts. And right there, in the sky where he stands floating above us all, he can see the upper layers of our planet. And, down here, I simply wish that he belonged to me.
Text by: Snow White
Image: Self portrait by João Ruas
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