Melting
Here is something I've been experiencing lately: an intense desire to melt every single plastic object I come across. With a heatwave gripping the city and images of wildfires from around the world filling my mind, I find myself wandering around observing plastic trash containers, scooters, plastic garden furniture, car parts, traffic cones, and plastic barriers—all in a state of melting. The act of melting plastic is one of the most satisfying experiences of my life.
There is this text that my friend wrote for my project Fondue, which starts with a sentence:
Semantically, there’s no difference between melting cheese and melting a car’s lamp. Both are pleasing, both are intriguing, and in terms of both - eventual consequences are unknown.
