coconut telegraph
welcome screen, london
13 July - 3 Aug 2014
They all talked about me that one time I belly flopped and missed the pool. That nonsense apparatus, the product. Can it even be bought in a store? Once the hooch wears off, the material of the cubicle is revealed: its oppression vital to its purpose. The palm tree is deflated and packed into a trunk, dragged in the street, memory lingering morning breath (the tape is still in the player.) Take that Saturday afternoon respite, take that tropical head trip. Pagan triple sec, escapist debauchery.
