Crash Victim


A shared neurosis, collective prognosis, belief is shattered in the rear view. Experience needs no tourniquet, change washes away the blood. The witness becomes the evidence, life is the victim of shared acquiescence, between the pleasure and pain, all are varying degrees of light travel in through darkness. What comes around and back again, the signal rests in-between the final beats of the hearts transmission. We are here to fill the space between the resting rhythms, the silence of stillness brings forth the yawning of motion, from seed to tree, the root maintains the posture, as the swallows take flight.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Sara Schoenfeld, Chemistry Begets Beauty, All You can Feel, image of LSD


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