A quiet carnage, life skinned. A dog is barking in the distance.

“For while we have our eyes on the future, History has its eyes on us”, writes Amanda Gorman. I’m always fascinated by how our relationship with time informs our actions, our thinking. I’m often trapped in a default linear perception of it which is a kind of blindness. Let the fog of war from the…

Are we looking at images or are they looking at us?

When you fast, layers fall off like old skins. Ari said that we want to avoid fasting because we want to run away from the constant consciousness that emerges, the raw perception unveiled by a sensory overabundance. We don’t want to face the void underneath.

It’s naive, but I thought I was going to get rid, one day, of this rage that electrifies my jaw, when I let my guard down.It stays, it clings to a piece of rusty wire mesh. It takes on the most familiar and stranger face on a shredded body.

The earth after the heavy rains of the day smelt like spilled blood and iron. I fast and my eyes are feverish.

The contented heart.