© Jessica Castro
Shinta Tea Lounge in Russia
i thrive on the subconscious.
that is all i can really rely on these days.
all i can relate to, are words with thoughts and fragmented cinematic images.
i feel i am experiencing a whole other world,
stuck in an untapped galaxy behind this advent, maddeningly throbbing chest
everything i can explain is only set to symbolic images.
and even if i try to articulate
everything is congealed and liquified to a slow-churning drone.
it's as if this world and the next do not want me to translate.
(at least verbally).
those who take the heavy task at hand,
to ultimately "solve" me from myself;
unlock the riddle and submerge themselves therein;
run away with me
and never come back..
traverse the plains of this untapped world,
everything inside me has become a maze within a mecca.
a holy place only meant to be shared by two.
and in that two,
can thread the needle between
only causing holes of distinction and
that no one can erase or reproduce.