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  • We ventured outside,

    from an artic-winter,

    into a wall

    of sunshine and humidity.

    Stopping to watch

    black lensed vampires

    meander past.

    Heads down

    lost in maps,

    and flickering apps.

    Striving too discover

    shaded tourist places,

    to feed

    shaded tourist gazes.

    'Isn't the world greyer out here? she said

    turning her face to mine.

    Her eyes,


    with youthful exuberance.

    Her eyes,

    reflecting back my age.

    Why can't we live in there forever?'

    'Cover the world in stickers?'

    I took her hand,

    we walked on

    through throngs of

    mewling vampires.


    how to tell her.

    That as one grew older,

    one had to strive,

    to avoid existing


    in monochrome.

    photos taken within Yayoi Kusama's The Obliteration Room
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