»If it were not for the skin, the bones would hive off.«
[Alexander Kluge, Pluriversum, 2017]
Ghosting. Feuillemort. Morbidity. In the beginning we always associated hope with spring, with new beginnings and bright green energy. Now we look at withered hope, its passing.
»The thought we‘re just two skeletons wrestling in our bloody bags of skin. We‘ve been so close, we‘ve been so open; now that it’s done I wanna live the bruise you been.«