The place we find ourselves in is precarious. A fragmented space, frozen time. This place emerges from the depths; we cannot explain its location or its rules. Knowledge of it is rare and vague.
The space we’ve known has been destroyed. A growing pit of grief — what feeds this rift? The ecosystem that has arisen in this place of emptiness is filling in. Life re de fi n es it s e lf, attemptes to reassemble from the ashes of a past that no one remembers. Cycles repeat, the world closes on movement, the nameless acquires a name. bodies bite into space greedily absorbing every molecule of nutrients seizing what seems alien. passing through physical forms we shift our focus noticing the oscillation of the life to come. millimeters add up to hours and beats constructing a new system of calculation
our life here is a familiar act of resistance. the union of our flexible fluid bodies the erasure of distance
the breath of a single clot of living matter
growing
remaining
collapsing
we inhabit this place, expecting to part with it when the time comes.
was the rift ours?
was it ever strange?