Animation 7. Object word: bottled.
Water arrived in the dark, on the shores of an inhospitable land. She took refuge in a ruined plastic bottle. It does not fill it up very much, it does not hold it upright. He finds it, crumpled up, a glass bottle, with the blood of wine, descendant of a lineage of controlled origin. It is covered with medals and awards; approaches the plastic bottle. One, straight shoulders, expensive dress, hat made of excellent cork, the other crooked, discarded, dirty. Close seem to belong to two distant worlds.
They remain silent for a long time, so still that they seem dead, two uninhabited shells. They mirror each other: fate is a palm's distance away.
Suddenly the water starts to fizz. He shakes, trembles, can't hold on. You want to stretch. He wants to water it down.
Wine follows her. It fills with bubbles, pops of love, the heart beats on the glass of the belly. Salt on the neck. Water is sparkling: it has never felt so natural, so pure, so ready to start over.
Wine makes the hat splash over the moon. It comes out with an inelegant bang.
They taste, they blend, they mix, they whirl together. The plastic and glass bodies explode.
They both overflow, exchange particles, flavors, names. They mix souls.
Together, they break through embankments, dams, walls. They reach the edge of the world. They drip from here onto other planets.
They invade the space that begins to float with the stars.
Over there is a man walking down a small street, eyes up towards the purple sky, one step-one question, one step-one question, one step-one question ...