oceans made of emptiness, drinking dread of existence, bodies being filled, anxious for meaning, nothing is deceiving, too much to hold, letting go or getting old, the weight of love, another chain for fitting an idea of being less for more. where there is too much to control, my dear priced self to no longer go, into less than accepting your being, body and all there is to really dare to know.
artwork by Daria Szweczuk and Stef Meul
rezgauche brussels
