I dreamt that I saw a purple rhinoceros suit with sequins in a museum. The kind of thing a raver mom might make for a five, six, seven-year old. It was under glass, full-length on the wall with a nice essay about rave and burner culture, the sort of thing I might have written. It was the tiniest bit faded with that crushed appearance ancient clothing gets. It had a couple of loving expert repairs. It had rows of sequins that had faded the colour of honey.
Purple rhinoceros suit with sequins.
