Like two conflicting elements in a single body — a struggle experienced internally, in weightless time. Then eyes that finally open, renewing hope of seeing the head emerge from water.
A submerged face, latent, despite the tension between air escaping out the nostrils and water gradually seeping in. Like two conflicting elements in a single body — a struggle experienced internally, in weightless time. Then eyes that finally open, renewing hope of seeing the head emerge from water. Getting some air. Something like a dream of waking up, maybe. Features are then obliterated in the waves, the better to dissolve one’s being.
Copyright © 2020 Martin Messier. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2020 Martin Messier. Tous droits réservés.