Reading Amongst Books

reading amongst books. it's like my body weight slowly oozes down my contours and melts into the squeaking hardwood floor beneath - a nest i can crawl into, a space where i sprawl my limbs and forget my body exists beyond my brain's letterbox.

anything is possible here. an infinite puzzle of as and ds and ys. i grab and glue and build, but the letters are slippery. if i am gentle they will stick. careful now - make them touch softly and it turns into a harmonizing poke. a chord of somnolent notes settles into the floorboard cracks and crawls into my ears.

the mail has arrived. i hand it back to the shelves, back to the house. i am cerebral slime in lyrical downtown, and digesting can be so meditative. even the floorboards beneath me forget to creak.

model: leonie buchegger