Could we be static dots, lines in movement and planes that acquire volume?
Lines, dots and circles ... deformed, stressed and pressed. Organisms with full life in gestation, members of a whole, units of the whole. Synthesized numbers.
Content cells…
With holes to in and holes to out.
With lines to guide,
with lines projecting paths,
mutilated.
Creditors of a core,
Mutilated.
With layers and layers of cover,
that encapsulate an unattainable essence.
Protected by islands of experiences,
pristines;
And by natural memories,
questionables.
And for theirs relationships
That deform and distort,
that destroy what is left.
As always...
