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| The Last Tea Party, 2008 |
I live in somewhat of a mad tea party. Our daily routine is not prayer but rather a communal pot of tea. In the words of Lewis Carroll “it's always tea-time, and we've no time to wash the things between whiles”. People come and go, some never leave. They are what they eat. They are sleepy and dazed or elusive and strange. We are confusion and clarity. We fall over, we are dyspraxic. Interaction occurs between people who have never met. I am haunted, haunted by the ridiculous.
Bree Denman
