The highway is not the thousand organs it pours.
Installation, Text, 2026
A man is driving a Mercedes-Benz, a butter knife in his jacket pocket. The highway is populated by dogs of pure dogs who speak ‘the shadow of dogs’ and are in a historical fight with the road. My dogs share one mouth. The dogs of my mouth speak. A bunny was killed on the street. A bunny was hit by a tennis ball. A car stopped on a tennis court. A man was sent to jail after the incident. Four men undress on the sand, un cane si lecca le zampe e se ne va. A car has proved fragile, as cars are. A hand cooked like a pistol. Apparently, not even empty bellies can cure it. ¿LO HAS VISTO? ¿HAS VISTO AL P
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