The ground where I stood: heavy, tangled, full of noise. Thread gives it weight, follows the fractures, like a suture... Read More
The ground where I stood: heavy, tangled, full of noise. Thread gives it weight, follows the fractures, like a suture across something that is broken. The Desertas islands remain on the horizon, distant and still, the hidden hope I kept escaping to, with my eyes, even from inside the noise.
