Day 58. worm on the line. why I prefer contrariness. the thing you cannot have (and never wanted, anyway).

Day 59. To open. The tutor. SIlk dresses on cement blocks. A gesture of submission.

Day 57. what if I get hurt? To be so close to a sky that bleeds colour.

Day 56. Madhood. Don’t wait for someone to teach you how to love. In the forest.

Day 55. the clamour of opposites. indigo light of well wishes. the wounded and the wild.