Pressure
4.4.22
Hello,
All the best this week.
Bucha. Izyum. Rooms, roads, human life — nearer than we think. Their loss is our own.
Liam
note:
Brittle. Our physicality. Our soft, secret insides. The hits are close and we bend, remain ever bending. Life is shattering. It occurs in arcs. The inculcating waves; the pressure of fathomlessness. We persist like this.


