This is euphoria: the art of painstakingly purging blistered and withered melanin. This is apocalypse: the wait, waiting and waiting for the tear of vapours, of sweat and oil. Summer is judgement season, death and resurrection.
how fascinating spectators paying good money to view a live art of escape –
a human being on the centerstage restrained and confined ankles locked into a frame dangled upside down in a glass tank full of water gasping for air with clear and present danger on the verge of dying without illusions suspenseful his life a fragile thing with all that staging cheating death is reduced to a mere spectacle a theatrical occasion rewarded with ovations
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