Majdouline Msaad
Joined March 2021
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MOSH PIT
Accra, Ghana. 2035. I like to think that you and I have something in common. That immortal feeling of not being alone in facing a difficult moment. Being part of the Mosh pit isn’t always a curse, sometimes it’s the only way to avoid breakage. Deep down we know how badly things can turn for us, but we choose to look the other way to cope. Implosion echoes somewhere deep down in my body and rottens a part of me. A part of me I can’t begin to find or touch. It feels like a goddamn unalleviated itch. Everything goes well for three days in a row and I can’t help but be reminded of that nausea.
By Majdouline Msaad3 years ago in Futurism