35 Little Deaths Little Delights

We can't all be creatures of the night. Some of us are meant to shine in the sun and taste the nectar of freedom. But we who rise when the horizon bleeds its birthblood understand best the lamentations poets have sung about since before we had a name for song. There are only so few of us and somehow despite what you believe in there is a force that attracts us to each other, an understanding which can be felt in the meeting of the eyes. The same golden waxing crescent moon glows over all of us. We all drape ourselves in our differences. We distance ourselves from our depths and call it desire.

Sí, a pesar de, continúo. Y sigo deseando y devorando. Mi tiempo contigo está casi llegando al final y como siempre la eternidad no es suficiente. No te he hablado de la princesa de Illiria. O sobre las historias de mis partidas y ausencias que supe de mi padre, que nació con ellas de su padre ya fallecido, al que nunca he conocido. Temo no conocerte nunca, a ti que mejor podrías conocerme. Y me preocupa no poder enseñarte mejor las formas de vida que he sacado de la tierra con mis manos ensangrentadas. Aún así continúo. Continúa conmigo: el próximo fin de semana bailamos juntos. Nos anhelamos juntos. Nos vemos pronto.

-- A (II)

LITTLE DEATHS

- THE SLUMBER OF THE SUMMER SUN
- FASHION WEEK

LITTLE DELIGHTS

- THE RETURN OF THE AUTUMN BREEZE
- CANCELED CLASSES + MEETINGS
- SHAVED ICE DEW
- ICE WHISTLING IN THE GLASS COVERED IN CONDENSATION
- WIPING AWAY DUST GATHERED ON A FAMILY PHOTO
- LOSING YOUR BREATH AFTER A KISS
- FASHION WEEK