Snakes

Dominique Green

Snakes swarm in the sarcophagus of the present, in the depths of pop culture, in the mummy of nature, in wounds and rotten flesh, in artificial deserts and on well-oiled dad bods. They revolve around stock market charts, become entangled with strangling algorithms, orchestrate a slow underground revolution. A girl cuts herself on a fake diamond pyramid and throws off her snake skin.