last week b. and i peddled into ghent, to stop at the design museum,
i've been longing
to go to.
we had soup and pasta for heartening starters,
because the weather was abominable.
from raindrops to ocean waste seemed like a short distance in the last few days of a sinking exhibition
on what all ends up in our oceans, by human arrogance.
in itself, beautiful as displays can be, the truth behind it far less charming.
could you live in a historic building such as this one? i know i could.
that is, however, not gonna happen. x