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Ecuadoor? Because of door, eh? Just swung the brush without explaining
what’s going on here? That can only be the work of: Rocket & Wink.
In
the previous Whatever, colleague Fluff-head and comrade Tin-brain threw
such a long wrench into the infinity of time that a completely smug
scientist let out the outerspacey term “spaghettisation”. Did they now
happen to find a door through gravity in South America? Possibly.
But
first the bad news. They are still missing in action. Maybe they are
composing an overture with notes of odour. Maybe Mr Wink is looking for
his bath towel. Maybe a shiver of gold is slowly going down their
spines. Who knows? It’s a mystery, which makes it all the more
interesting.
And because we are interesting in this moment: there
are dico-, uh, documents from way back when. The space in time between
shortly showing up and being gone again. With a portion of craziness in
their suitcases, briefly patting out the stardust from more or less
elastic trousers, Dr Rocketson and Mr Wink landed at some point in the
land of bananas. Or was it the land of volcanos? Popped popcorn? Lamas?
Tree tomatoes? Over-sized ponchos? When an intellectually broad person
puts all of these delightful attributes into a cement mixer and stirs it
around quite often without taking a peek inside, the result, and thus
the destination of this journey HmmmHiiisHogwashSpitSlobberFlapflapflap.
Or put in a way that no one understands: ECUADOOR.