


Contextualized furor, living, aorta flowing, pumping, curling, suffocating in fullness but dehiscent,
to rupture and break open. It is something violent to live.
Trampoline on a yard covered with snow, a grey house and on its wall said Enchantment.
Reflections of passengers on train window. Their phones and laptops.


A horse called Flight was difficult to handle. The animal was sizable and white. Only one whom it let ride was a girl and I thought she was the bravest person I had ever met. I use to like to watch them work together in perfect harmony. The abused and hurt horse, beautiful and enraged, and the only one who could touch its white.

When does desire begin? As we are needy from the beginning. Are need and desire the same? Feeling guilty for having desired, for being desired.

