Feb 12, 2022
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Thinking about cracks. About falling through them. Or knocking at their entrance and asking to enter. Or closing our eyes, swallowing our spit and jumping in to meet monsters. Thinking about where we might be disarticulated, and how we can touch this ‘genarative incapacitation’. How can we create porous membranes that allow us to embrace monsters, fall apart and be ‘deeply alchemically transformed’. Thinking that this is a way of sitting with complexity. And the discomfort of monstrous breath.
Thinking with Báyo Akómoláfé, making sanctuary, Foresta collective,
