somatic semantics 100
the perpetual euphemisms through which violence is conflated with misunderstanding
hi hello,
welcome to the hundredth issue of somatic semantics.
here are some loosely-assembled + semi-coherent thoughts:
something about the fictions they expertly weave in which you are (always) meant to hold yourself, in which each bruise is a testament to your failure(s), each brush with death further proof of your inadequacy
something about the emptiness of “i’m sorry you’re…”, about the absence of emotional will, about the willingness to eulogize a life in progress, about the unflinching belief in your impossibility, about the perpetual euphemisms through which violence is conflated with misunderstanding
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question(s) of the week
to what extent has your (misplaced) hope shortened and shallowed your breath?
who and what are you waiting for?
how has this longing silenced your needs?
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i leave you with doechii’s alligator bites never heal:
with love + light,
nènè