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Visiting Inhabitant, Sisters Hope Home, Hedehusene, Denmark
Visiting Inhabitant, Sisters Hope Home, Hedehusene, Denmark
what’s in front of you? it covers the bed wrinkles heart, intestines, the things i say to myself when i wake i want smooth blank please . let me be
In Marcel Proust’s novel In Search of Lost Time (1913–27), there are passages where the protagonist, whose name we are never told throughout this seven-volume work, is overwhelmed by a sensuous experience which triggers a flood of memories that completely overtake him. The most well-known is the episode with the…
as I left you, I walked for a trembling moment I believed I had left everything behind that my legs would falter, but I walked the still standing time within and now, here as I walk I see that I have everything ahead of me . if you possessed a…
An invocation for my stay in the home home here I alight upon my knees on soft and unsullied soil beseech the currents to convey me to a space of peace and shelter from carrying the weight of the world just for a while home hold me for that while…
the immensity of loneliness is an empty note with no words letterless hence it can not be read never spoken of it merely lingers as an infinite singularity in the heart of existence . I leaned my forehead against your cold brick wall evoking the soundless roars behind the curtains…
the dusty corner where the tiny insect breathed its last is grayishly dark on this speckled evening with no sound or movement in a still temporal loop yet only a strand of cobweb reaches gently to touch your retina and captures a hint of your life essence . tonight I…
A few days after existing I dreamt I was in a home in the middle of the night all alone to trade my heart for a stone . I thought she would walk away the cat watching at my gates but she has grown under the moon she is my…
here by the window I die a little quietly every sunset with a cigarette in my right hand this is where I meet with my restless, my anxious, my lonely, my most volnurable the soft spot my breath refuses to reach if it was not for the smoke…
Sister Hope Home is a few days away and we are curious about our inhabitation exploring the poetic and sensuous modes of being and being together. Our aesthetic inhabitation will be driven by a curiosity of exploring the collective wisdom and intuition. The past year has introduced us to and…
In the past year, I fell in future love. A single kiss travelled across time and space to land between us. Future familiarities so unexpected, it took my breath away. In that moment, my mind and heart were flooded with future memories, myriad physical, erotic entanglements, uncontainable laughter, arguments over…