somewhere between giving birth and making money between making dinner and being a mother, I forgot about — my self. capitalism anaethetised me the great sleep set in. shuffle. shuffle. mortal coil. karōshi. but death smells like poppers. sal volatil it wakes you once before the big sleep to see — [like Google’s AI dreams] […]

The best part of me turns feral – flys, flees – breaks free, goes home to you. [MdW]

we were all witnesses to that one moment that very night when the small child’s mind grew wings and her imagination took flight. [MdW]

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Gobi It glistens yellow heat waves of death and despair jade oasis calls. words and photography by Ramon Ramirez

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