Divine Prank
︎︎︎ Kellie Jones
︎ Dec 5, 2022
Years ago, I etched eight words on eight glass bottles: alcohol, tears, blood, semen, memory, gratitude, song, time. Words from a poem by Anne Carson. I liked the idea of liquid time, something I could drink, smell, piss out. I was having trouble with alcohol and these words seemed key to my addiction. When I moved from Brooklyn to LA and shipped the bottles, I carefully wrapped each of them in bubble wrap. But only the last four arrived intact:
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