01:14

01:14

listening to john michel-blais in my room in the dark, looking through this year's art basel catalogue. i remember when it was not as tender as now. the dream in the past has always been about moving towards a rich inner life, to take care of myself, to be more transparent, and less sacrificial. it's a precarious thing,.. figuring out which direction to take, whether to run or walk, whether it is safe enough to go barefoot. sleep feels like something very far away.

 

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