I can smell you in the nothingness of the air and can feel your fingertips and your lips and your tongue with the tickled synapses of my mind and skin. I can hear wavelengths from computer chips but sense the breath of your words on my earlobe. Reverberating sea in the conch of my head. I walk with you at my side at night. I let you wash my back as I shower. We lay, packed, on an XL...
Bosch, Butts, and The Garden of Earthly Delights.
Most of you that have some familiarity with art history or art of the Renaissance may recognize the name Hieronymus Bosch, or at least his famous altarpiece The Garden of Earthly Delights. Bosch very convincingly put the “trip” in triptych, creating a fantasy world of unabashed nudity, fanciful topography, carefree abundance, as well as gruesome torture and terror. But butts. Bosch...