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First sketches and a new dream: Notes on Crossing the River

Hard-skinned crawlers born of thirst. Slick with their own sickness, they carry the river inside, light blue water, trapped, moving. They slide over each other, trying to remember.

Do not enter the fish*. If you must touch them, cut. Split the skin. Let the water out. When enough is returned, anger breaks and everything collapses on itself. Even the fish and the river.

* Edit: I think I dreamt snakes, but they keep insisting that they are fishes who migrated to land. More information needed. New drawings have shifted towards फिशनेक .