Fractal radiations… Concentric… Repetitive… Tumultuous…
A MontyPython-AntoninArtaud hybrid one-Bunny farce…
Struggling to stay afloat in heaving sea, nostrils only just pushing through flotsam and jetsam, bobbing encrustations, mocking sensory nightmare.
Tired. Exhausted. Yet, yearning to carve, generate, forge… with rhythmic hands.
Shut inside tiny prison cell, fearful avoidance of olfactory onslaught – the stink, it is so terrifying, human putrefaction!
So, yesterday afternoon, another lock-in… This was born.
A work-in-progress. Hang in there, Bunny!