Desiderium: Contingent Bliss
“Our relationship to the body, like our relationship to reality, is thus a function of how the subject hears, distorts, or remains deaf to the general discourse.”
In my dream I’m dancing with everyone I’ve loved. I can see all of their individual gems, shining at me, drenching me in glowing light, a thin curtain of haze threads through limbs, the scent of pills and sea salt, moss and CK 1, sex and endings. The space talks to itself and I listen.