fist house (2013)

fist house

when we came here we unsaw certain things. we spaced words and spanned, we planned out a language of place to be not falling. sometimes we flailed. there's a dark little fish that swims in the stairwell. when the light falls we see the holes through our fingers.

 

Text & images: Helen White

Music: Sebastian Bradt

 

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