These tracks stack like layers of weird, wobbly amniotic fluid; warm, sloshy, and a little disorienting. A sonic womb but make it absurd. My cozy tub where I can retreat, recharge, and reconnect. A little reminder that, no matter how complex or chaotic life becomes, there’s always my tub, keeping me warm.
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‘When our women had all turned into cedar trees they would group together in a corner of the graveyard and moan in the high wind.’
With Love and thanks to Lydia Davis.
‘When our women had all turned into cedar trees they would group together in a corner of the graveyard and moan in the high wind.’
With Love and thanks to Lydia Davis.
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