lo intermitente
An ongoing conversation with the unseen via divination, in early noughties blogger style
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worn and soft, brittle and shatteredLittle ho(l)e prayers I’ve thrown the bones on the table and all I can see is languages of erosion speaking from very distinct embodiments. As I stare and stare and attempt to tap into the meeting points —the shared voice— the message that keeps on coming through is “that which…
