Archivo por mes: enero, 2020

How to love anything apart from the possibility of the ruin? Deciduous teeth become ruins of the mouth.Like empires, they rise and, inevitably, fall again. Buried in the red sand.Remains of the stifled revolutions.Found footage, debris of utopias and broken tips of hair.Remaining thoughts after a love affair or a snake’s shedded skin.Pyramids, squats and ambitious housing projects abandoned before being complete. How...