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The middle of Winter
03-29-26 | MisterLemonzMen.tumblr.com/archive
Rachel McKibbens, from Blud; “poem written with a sawed-off typewriter”
[Text ID: “Some of us vanish / out of habit, guided / by some blood-orchestral pulse—”]
“The process of my inevitable disappearance was initiated at the moment of my birth. And the longer I live, the more I vanish. My feelings and my emotions vanish, my pain and my joy; the places I’ve seen vanish, and the people I’ve met. My memories vanish, as do my thoughts. My conception of the world vanishes. My body vanishes, more and more every day. The world within me and around me vanishes, leaving no trace, and I can do nothing to safeguard it.”
— Tanja Maljartschuk, from Forgotteness, transl. Zenia Tompkins (Liveright, 2024)
The Vanishing | Next
The universe room
21 x 29,7cm, ink on paper, Kevin Lucbert, 2024