Status Updates From The Octopus Museum

Tvek om detta är min typ av poesi

The authors writing style is very intriguing. You think you are reading a linearly written sentence but end up somewhere unexpected.

“Everything was plastic. We thought it was hygienic. We put it in our eyes so we could see better. We put plastic earbuds in our ears so we listen ourselves out of every situation. We’d take food that was half-plastic in plastic containers, put it into another plastic container, heat it in an electric box of metal and plastic, and serve it to ourselves, guests and family.

“Now that I’m happy I suppose I have to break my own heart just to feel something.”