Sunday, May 30, 2021
In my dream we always kiss for a specific reason. Each time it’s different and happens at a different place. We kiss for what is there and for what is missing. We kiss to acknowledge what we have and what we have lost. In the dream each place is also a time, and it is all very clear and obvious—why we are doing this and what each kiss holds. When I wake up, I try to tell you this, but it is suddenly so distant. I explain that there was always a reason, but when you say, “Like what?” I can’t name anything. “We would have kissed for a piece of your hair,” I say as an example, but it doesn’t make things any clearer. All I can recall is a series of broken forms that we arrived to and that there were many reasons. We kiss each other and begin our day.
at May 30, 2021
There are photographs and miles of thread, a needle pushing tiny divots into paper, a vial of blue ink and a video of the sky. Each morning ...