Rheim Alkadhi

 
 

 
Abstract: An almond grove just outside the city, vegetal pressings stuck in grooves of a revolving tread. An incomplete mirror and two styrofoam coolers, one for cold water, the other for secret descriptions of political mechanisms: regions, occupations, drones, genitals, subcontinents, americas, saharas, bread, ringtones and skintones. Two fists toggle leftmost and then rotate along a vista looking horizontal looking vertical, weighing background, exposure, kilometers per hour. Surgery on a flower, amputate it by whim for transplant behind the ear. Disembark this time along a hidden gully skirting a date grove, undo the secret descriptions from their packaging and bite into them like sandwiches.