your instruments in place of a bed to sleep in. it is an apartment a little bit too kept, evoking more death than life. what does hermetically sealed music sound like? the vacuum of vocabulary is lonely. hello?
Japanese poster for THE PROFOUND DESIRE OF THE GODS (Shohei Imamura, Japan, 1968)
Poster source: Heritage Auctions
”high emotional metabolisim” he says of me
"female resilient toughness" i say back
fingertips in a kitchen
up and down a guitar
on your neck and in your hair
telling you specifics
of the same ocean
a projection of desire, hunger, wanting, all of it is just an intense feeling of throbbing life, emanating from the inside outwards. i’ve seen the mistakes, the ways i’ve worn things out to their fullest extent in order to just see how far i could go, as a test of perseverance and self preservation through the process of burning quietly.