Redell Olsen, Mixed Media Collage, 2020.
At night we drowse in evergreen. Plastic, faraway places forgotten slowly.


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Diurnal dreams of the perfect piece of bark or crevice in which to rest.


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The other neighbours have a party and we are furious. Someone calls the police.


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In the future we will grow vegetables to sustain ourselves.


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It is too bad we did not think of this before it was too late to improve.


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