Berlin.
Originally uploaded by Sandra Beijer
We'd never want to touch
a bed again, a sofa or a chair,
if we could see the things that live in there.
There's millions of them; loads of things with legs.
They fornicate and then they lay their eggs.
They think our dirt is lovely; they survive
by eating what we shed. They are alive
'cause bits of us are dead...
Sally Potter, Yes
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