Lusciously in the Locus Amoenus is the story about a utopian dream.
A dream in which Aldous Huxley meets Richard Mosse in Bhutan, surrounded by fallic symbols that shift in meaning by denotation and connotation.
If I put it on there, will you taste me differently?
I don’t believe in paradise, but I do believe in sustainable developing and maintaining our world. I do believe in pink trees and overwhelming nature, mushrooms growing up the mountains and literature embracing our hearts. “Attention, here and now boys” (cfr. Island by Huxley)