i like the in-betweens, the voids. the most expansive moments happen in a millisecond, hovering corner of your eye. blink, and you'll miss it.

it's like the backsides of buildings, encrusted, dusty, still, rotten.

it's like the stillness of a velvet glove over steel.

it's ominous and careful, loving and enveloping, and mostly just there.


fire, water, salt.

reach out and touch a stranger

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