Bathing standing up
scooping water out of a standing bucket with a measuring cup by the light of a veladora creates the conditions the stillness and blankness of mind to meditate on the distribution of darkness. Darkness. The ocean depths rolling in in surges unprotected. Darkness. The cover of night under which pirates and profiteers chomping at the bit sneak in and snap up the land vacated by those running for their lives. Darkness. The cover of night under which a new colony is built over the old a technopolis where a single transaction of imaginary currency consumes enough power to supply dozens of households currently draped in darkness. Off the coast the water glows from microscopic creatures who generate their own light as we must generate ours. |
Meesh Montoya
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