extract from History of an Imaginary City, originally uploaded by heyoka.

Yes, I know other people's dreams are even more boring than other people's drug experiences, but, when you dream that your entire body is tattooed with flowers (like 18th century botanical drawings, like fabric) without gaps, as a single piece, and you remember the cold, cold feeling of your entirely-inked skin, fuck it, you get to mention it a few times, even if people yawn and glaze over.

Flower skin.

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It was only 24 hours after I made these plates that I realised that the object on the top left panel was, um, pocketed accidentally (no, truly, I just have a bad habit of picking up pebbles) at the ruins of a temple to Ishtar. Yes. Now try and decipher one of those texts. See? I told you something odd was going on with this series.

To bring this back down to earth, when I went to develop the right hand plate, kitsune stole my subject matter, ate it, and threw up all over the sitting room. Cheers, cat.