Speech in a Chamber


It is a scent of such astonishing strength,
why, Leopold, there are flowers hidden
throughout the room. There must be for I

cannot sleep without the noise of a boquet,
and gently, gently, sir, you know
I sleep most gently in this small room.


The feeling of entering some tripped-out New Age space that’s actually contained within pop culture. The people making this stuff always seem like the high priests of some post-apocalyptic sect based around digging through landfills, coming across a copy of Weekend at Bernie’s, and mistaking it for a key religious document.
Nitsuh Abebe
tags: chilllll