Life Deconstruction

Life in the raw forms: green, bruised, split, fermenting, deconstructed. The skin opens, the sugar leaks, the air writes itself in insects and mold. The creatures, small bodies arrive as agents of misery and monstrosity. They vandalise the fruit, they absorb it. Their mouths are tools. They take ripe sugar and return it to process: back to soil, back to circulation. Rot becomes vital, extractions are valued and metabolised.

Deconstruction must be always and only a practice in collectivity, a puddle of becoming otherwise.