Dear Pileated Woodpecker,
It is illegal to possess this body
but not to have torn its life apart.
Our respect for the non-living holds more weight than our love for the alive. Perhaps because we don't have to contend with a voice. A voice that unfolds in ways that are uncomfortable. Poking holes where we don't consent to be poked.
What is the use of dreaming of a second life when the reality of this first is anything but free?
Our respect for the non-living holds more weight than our love for the alive. Perhaps because we don't have to contend with a voice. A voice that unfolds in ways that are uncomfortable. Poking holes where we don't consent to be poked.
What is the use of dreaming of a second life when the reality of this first is anything but free?
