Every evening, I practice candling, which involves shining a bright light behind an egg to observe the growth and development of the embryo inside.
your light can cut my heart in two pieces
Unveil-able love in the land of hypocritical emotions.
It hastens from the light of recognition. Sometimes I feel there are things that exist in the liminal space of what I think of as reality and another normally hidden and unseen space.
“I am not sure that I exist, actually; I talk to God but the sky is empty.” -Jorge Luis Borges / Sylvia Plath. AI Mixed quote.
I am a vast territory, you will never own.
“In the near future, when we are no more, words will continue to whisper our failures”
'Though writing only gives me the full measure of my silence'
Ama o que te treme as mãos ( Love what shivers your hands )
Written in her tender script, a lifeline to another's voice.
believing ....we will keep ....
Lance and I walked along the sand dune. He suggested not to visit in summer when the temperature gets to fifty three degrees. I took the negative out of my pocket and let the sun burn it onto the paper.
Childlike delight dances in my eyeline, nudging me forward, enticing me to notice what i seem to have overlooked.
Oh, thou, who man of baser earth didst make/ and who with Eden didst devise the snake/ for all the sin wherewith the face of man/ is blackened, man's forgiveness give-and take!
At night, a swan reminds me how to begin.
81 degrees, Mid-October and I always say that I never want summer to end, and here it is, a summer feeling, an endless high pressure arcing across the map and giving us day after day of sunshine at a low angle shadows casting deep and long.
Do metals sting when you touch them? (Copper, Cobalt, Chromium...)
The Agreement, The Fool, The Storm
Love triangle: It's interesting how often we give words figurative meanings and call them metaphors. What we do less is breaking words down into their constituent parts, but when we do, we surprisingly discover a new and deeper meaning
Katlhagolela mooka yare ogolo wantlhaba [I looked after you as you grew up, yet when grown up you stabbed me]. The meaning is don’t bite the hand that fed you.
Is this true pleasure that we are engaging in, or is this a performance? And if so, who is the performer; me or you? Is my body your entertainment? Am I entertaining you?
Dann hat gar nichts mehr funktioniert. Ich wüsste gerne, wohin er muss so dringend. Immer etwas schneller als ich.
If you sow horse seeds in the winter, you will reap a good harvest in the summer.
Home to the plate I belong
The tender feeling of fatherhood I never knew. A silent tribute to the love I yearned for, now found in the embrace of others.
love u (written in cigarette butts)
one day, you, too, shall fall on the pavement - regardless of how fragrant, soft, or beautiful you are - but no one will call it a tragedy because that is the way of nature
Check it out while I burn your skull. (Laibach, «Hymn to the Black Sun»)
"Then do you love me totally?" "I love you totally, tenderly, tragically"
“मेरी हद्द” (The premise of my existence)
Inside the world of Fanon, I'm asking myself and others around me, What are the questions about the current state of our country and as an African continent?
as I slowly get to truly feel this mystical land I happened to exist in with all its complexities pain and wonders what is there to find a light in oneself or in another human being another living thing a natural wonder
Translation of the Turkish sentence above the photo : He/She/They is constantly looking at the screen.
Having had life plans go up in smoke having something inside that still burns
There is a terrible strength to this intuition
