Once upon a time, when animals talked, as they always talked, but when most of humanity no longer understood them; in this time, I say, a device that covered the mouth became widespread in the most conceited part of humanity. This same smug was...
I always imagine them being washed by woman's hands. Never by man's hands. Perhaps in self-defence. I would wash them for her, by hand. A delayed warm soak with a slight ouch! of detergent. Then a rinse, rubbing there and there if necessary. Then hang them out to dry. In...
Surrender, you cars. You are surrounded! Come out with your windscreens cleaners up!...
From behind the barrier of the plants, the cleaning cloth peeps out. That rag is as natural as the plants. It is as natural to clean as it is to stain. The rag and the plants have their colour in common: the colour of the sea. Natural....