Thank you for visiting this showcase. Notice details, enjoy textures, dive into alternative intimacies, and find your own way.
A few groundswells. You know the kind—those that stir to the surface the glitter of childhood, fragments of gold and buried treasures, only to return them at last to their nature as sediment. In the meantime, they will have blazed forth: dancers in the sun, brief parenthetical flashes, commas between the day before and the day to come.
At the whim of thoughts, encounters, or dreams
The tests are absolutely conclusive:
I cannot read faces. The emotions that play across them are an alphabet I do not know.
After having desperately tried to turn the world into what I expected it to be (a phase we usually call “youth”), I eventually made up my mind and built my own personal world. It welcomes bugs, flowers, hair, flesh and unlimited sun for everyone.
