YUE ZI

I am currently suffering, however, my sufferings are chosen. Muscles must first be torn to grow stronger. Glass melts before being blown to a mantelpiece. The brokenness in strength. The brokenness in order to gain strength. Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in, and imagine it is your last breath ever.

Breath out. You won’t be able to. Self-imposed suffocation. Losing that breath, then finding it. My vertical relationship with the above. My horizontal relationship with you. My warp.

My weft.

Wild accumulation of growth. The weird foreverness wanes. Things quiet down, colors birthing. Stripped down and beaten. Once everything is killed off, a little bud spreads, it spreads and spreads until new life takes over the quietness. This is not a spectacle. Slow down, now really look, see with your eyes and then see with more than your eyes.

This is the foundation of everything. This is the residue of life.