I saw a dead rat on the street this morning on my way to work today. I saw it from afar and I could vividly imagine and smell the gore.
its red gut spilling all over in contrast with its black gleam of hair. A vivid image that reminded me of Bosch paintings.
The paintings that actually, preach, but somehow I remember being disgusted and haunted by it. But in a very bizarre way I couldn’t look away, and felt that it was the most honest painting I’ve seen in a long while.
I need to pee.