"Ela disse:

- já sei pronunciar o meu nome como eles,
mas recuso-me a colocar-me nessa amálgama rígida de fricativas


se me quiseres encontrar, usa a outra pronúncia, aquela que te incuti nas câmaras do coração.
é tão delicada quanto um murro na boca depois da fermentação dos corpos"

© Vera Fonseca

imagem: Les Ballets C.de la B.

"no error in my memory"*

images: Olga Roriz

autumn's segmentation: turbo, turbinis

Pour a little salt we were never here
In the morning I'll be with you

Skinny Love

(image: B.Durgin)

P. S. R. Parallel Synchronized Randomness.

An interesting brain rarity and our subject for today.

Two people walk in opposite directions at the same time and then they make the same decision at the same time. Then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it. Basically, in a mathematical world these two little guys will stay looped for the end of time.

The brain is the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose."

(B.Durgin&The Science of Sleep )

"THERE IS NO/MAD WOMEN IN THIS ATTIC."




-Berteke Waldijk-
(in Nomadic Subjects, R.Braidotti)

Eleges o lugar da ferida
onde falamos o nosso silêncio.

Fazes da minha vida
esta cerimónia demasiado pura.

Alejandra Pizarnik
imagem: G.Cadieux

Millicent Weems:

What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special.
You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one.
The specifics hardly matter.
Everyone's everyone.

So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours.
It is time for you to understand this.

Walk.

Synedoche, New York