Pink: The mountain of gardens you gave me
they were not what they seemed
I woke up one morning and and decided to pick a mountain of roses, which I then proceeded to eat.
Ålvik, Norway, 2016
The reading is "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" by John Keats
and a section of a poem I wrote from which the title of this piece comes.
(does what we consume, consume us?)
(after all of this)