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about
bedroom and you were
some paintings
I’ll be waiting in the car
they say some animals can never get fully domesticated
broken bench I & II
Aaaaa,aa
there must have been a question
Touch
score 1
I just had a bite
Hug me tight
start from the gardener
I plead guilty
closer
I wamtn t
otu of Her e
Mum I’m scurgry
Scurgriness Lecture Series
you are mine
the chair
hunger
couldn’t find the holes
The Other Residency

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My body is confused. It thinks that its own parts are a threat, and it attacks them. My body is confused. It needs to get constantly reminded, what is the limit between itself and the world. My palms and soles become stiff like rocks, impenetrable shields, a constant reminder of the barrier between the inside and the outside. They protect me, but with a cost. I myself, cannot touch, feel, understand. The barrier becomes thicker and thicker in its attempt to protect my singularity.

But there are still these two holes up on my head, two big holes that remain wide open, and poor in, this threatening outside. With her eyes, Matilde the little witch, could move objects around. With my eyes, I destroy them. All I have to do is stare, and my impatient hand touches, caresses, destroys. The more I paint the more I scratch this surface, this impenetrable skin, and open up this hole for me to exist.