Have you seen the bottom of the sea, its fauna, flora, corals, indeterminacy where we have forced mimicry, immobility misleading, the reminiscences of our terrestrial environment.
Is she Gilou inventorying the depths of the earth? she spelled alphabet-bestiary of human limitation? Is this a strain? Two eyes shining, a butterfly? Pupae whose corsets crack, seahorses Tuareg? The whole is a great strange dream-tragedy?