
Riding into the weekend on a red Balloon
I sit comfortably on a brightly red balloon, which gently gives in under my weight and slightly swells as it does. In my hand I hold a large red tufted balloon, which I inflate piece by piece. With each breath the balloon expands further, its latex tightening and glistening. Both the balloon under me and the tuftex Balloon in my hand slowly develop an imposing giant neck that stretches further and further. The sight of the two red balloons stretching and shaping makes the tension in the room practically crackle.
