#surrealcore
by kukula
by nicoletta ceccoli
bright golden fields stretch on endlessly, a cracked pavement road sprawls out beside you. the buzzing of powerlines above your head a constant companion. this looks familiar, have you gone in a circle? the grass whistles and rubs together. are you really alone? the static rises to behind your eyes and the sky goes dark.
Do you trust your eyes? Something moves in the corner. When was the last time you saw something that wasn’t there? This has happened before. When was the last time you saw something that stirred an old dead feeling inside you? It didn’t used to be like this. Have you seen that before? It moves closer. When was the last time you saw movement that didn’t exist? This time won’t be the same. How much can you trust your eyes? Darkness envelops you. This hasn’t happened before. Do you really trust your eyes to comprehend the thing lurking in the shadows? The flickering light betrays your place, a head snaps up realizing they might not be alone.
Just discovered recently that one of the clowns in my collection had another doll’s scalp just. cut off, plastic and all, and glued onto its head…
will things change? yes, always / will you change? maybe / will you be ok? i promise
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