The Lobby is Perfection

Abstract

This document is an accumulation, or rather, an acclodmulation of words on surface. I am a mere protein that has slid down the concave, smooth, transparent rim of a research institution, settling into a studio space just above the stem. A hospitable environment, where one can be swirled about to activate the esters and aromatize. A single sip of the ambrosia invigorated my trajectory, dulled my senses and saved me from rigor mortis. When the nectar evaporates and the dregs and tartrates dry out into a gritty sand at the bottom; I will aimlessly wander about the shallow plateau.