body directive.
Toronto. November 7th, 2024.
The premonitions of oblivion may fade, but these persistent bodies ache to ensure that future, where will must fail.
body directive.
Toronto. November 7th, 2024.
The premonitions of oblivion may fade, but these persistent bodies ache to ensure that future, where will must fail.
divining now.
Toronto. October 19th, 2024.
These divinations demean us, when all is determined by our presence as the wheels of time tread across our living bodies.
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resist because.
Toronto. October 5th, 2024.
We can no more resist fate than predict it. We resist what comes because we cannot do otherwise. Success is irrelevant.
beyond nothing.
Toronto. October 4th, 2024.
There is nothing waiting for us beyond this point. We can pursue the emptiness or make something. There is no other choice.
aimless shrieking.
Toronto. September 29th, 2024.
The shriek of the machine’s desire seeks to overwhelm these fragile bodies. As sound and body both decay, what purpose then, machine?
the erosion
Toronto. September 20th, 2024.
As much the wind blowing as the wind-blown, weathered and weathering. We race, futilely, to erode the erosion.
to be undone.
Toronto. August 9th, 2024.
We suffer these visitations warily. To be vulnerable is to be undone, yet it is our greatest power.
reformation.
Toronto. August 6th, 2024.
From infinite void, reforming: the finite body speaks before its voice.
obtenance.
Toronto. July 24th, 2024.
As you seek to claim these bodies, know they are vectors for truth, intimacy, disease, violence. It is not yours to choose which claims you.
when made external.
Toronto. July 19th, 2024.
The Void Internal gathers here. And when at last our eyes are raised: The Annihilation in our gaze.
the intent persists.
Toronto. June 21st, 2024.
We suffer more endings than these, our deaths. Still the Intent ripples on through the bodies of those who remain.
know pain.
Toronto. May 6th, 2024.
Only through the sensing of pain do we truly know it. Our fantasies of suffering do not give us truth, only false empathies.
become a void.
Toronto. April 16th, 2025.
These organs are meant for rebellion. Ingress brings the violent purge, with lingering void our most welcome guest.
remember loneliness.
Toronto. April 6th, 2025.
Of all that is stolen of us, we grasp most desperately for the self, as we allow our interconnection to vanish without protest.
new spells.
Toronto. April 4th, 2025.
By all these prayers and spells, we beg that the so be not so, while she who makes a wish come true has abandoned the wish and learned to do.
self-discipline.
Toronto. March 17th, 2025.
We are both the stick that strikes and the beast that yelps. We are never what we most need to be: the bruise that heals.
well-wishing.
Toronto. February 20th, 2025.
A wish cannot hope to undo a future etched in stone before we lived to know it. We behold this present with the horror of helplessness.
to be known.
Toronto. January 28th, 2025.
Worse than to be seen is to be known. Worse than to be known is to be understood. In our frailty, we thirst for such agony.
silent witnesses.
Toronto. January 27th, 2025.
This stoicism is a lie, learnt to bear 'neath the weight of suffering.
We see all. We resist nothing. We feel every thing.