“The diver is somehow diving upwards, breaking out of the sun, jumping into a pure reflection. He’s also falling sideways, skimming lagoon syrup and crab nebulae. Thought vapours form more easily around suspended detritus. Watch, the tiny bubbles hug the olive.”→ Continue reading (after November, this story will be archived here).
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