sing the oyster 🦪
god is a lobster1, so let the oysters sing, or sing the oyster, and dance as the walrus and the carpenter do.
life is hard, we say. an oyster's life is worse. she lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation.
⟼ m. f. k. fisher
deleuze + guattari, a thousand plateaus: capitalism and schizophrenia↩