the floor is soaked
we tramp that dust into mud
swirling eddies of air form tiny vortices
drenched clusters burst through cloud
they hover, grow and accumulate
they collide and stick together
tiny particles of stardust floating in the atmosphere
B.L.O.B. have no fixed shape, our territories are fluid. B.L.O.B. is a vehicle for the detritus that it gathers and also leaves in its wake. B.L.O.B operates in a constant state of becoming, and is therefore open to all potentialities. It’s shifting, malleable form is informed by individual processes and dynamics coalescing as a whole.