Every word is chosen from my throat, in the moments I feel too human.
I am your guide into the sinkhole.
- Top Story - August 2023
Control of light, control of sound.
Inside the bewildered, forgetful laughter, in between yawns. Sitting, with the back of the chair in between my legs, we quietly whispered about bodies, about minds, about the language our body speaks, about how the mind translates, in a whole new language,
Words Chapter 1
I. It was something that contradicted itself, over and over and over again. At the time, my arms and legs were smaller versions of myself, and my fingers and toes were even smaller versions of myself; I liked to think of my body as a plan going accordingly. I liked to think of my brain as skipping ropes. These were things I used to describe my mental state. I was stretchy. We took our first unbundled breath, long and bendy. This was before I decided that grass came before the seeds, and trees came before the soil.