Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.
These are the ruinsI mapped onto my body so I might always be lost.
Every beautiful facade seemed to conceal rot and ruin that I could almost see.
Refusing the false securities of a stable and linear past, such an approach celebrates heterogeneous sensations and surprising associations, random connections, the ongoing construction of meaning and also admits into its orbit the mysterious agency...