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I didn’t need you to catch me, baaaka!
Still life study of a flower from a dying bouquet, under the window light.
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It is 5 am. Or maybe 6. He is the only one who is awake. The weather is chilly. Street lamps are now off. Birds are starting to wake up, but for now, it is all silent. It is silent and desolate so he can be all alone with “it”. That’s what he lives for.
The best time of the day.
Secretly drawing people in the train.
Mineral Palace, art by me
The Feminine is the most potent, real and lifegiving power in my life. But it is also the most subtle and invisible, most easily lost against the currents of normality. Most easily lost inside the struggle.
Again and again I come back to it and life is born anew. What a feeling! To be that which I had forgotten that I am. That, which is unexplainable, unintelligable. Only felt.
I am the wind, I am the trees and rocks, I am all that is breathing and crying. And life is complete, despite being incomplete.
Had I not had a man in me, could have I just be? Oh, but the man and the woman are one and the same. I love him, and he loves me. I love her, and she… She is…
Oh, she. That’s all we want to know.
A human life is not more important than an animal life.
A human life is not more important than an animal life.
A human life is not more important than an animal life.
We are equal.