A seashell seems unyielding, yet it shatters. Looking at something that protects me with its hardness, yet can crumble so completely because of it— I’ve come to love my own soft flesh.
- 2024
A single shot from the tub.
With you, one shot is all I need."
- Fukuoka, 2023
because a princess doesn't fart.
- 2024
We are clearly alive,
yet we rarely spend our moments holding onto that truth.
There is no reason to—the heart beats in shadows,
and the lungs move without our permission.
We drift through the quiet numbness of existence until a sudden,
sharp fracture of time wakes us.
yet we rarely spend our moments holding onto that truth.
There is no reason to—the heart beats in shadows,
and the lungs move without our permission.
We drift through the quiet numbness of existence until a sudden,
sharp fracture of time wakes us.
For me, that awakening is anchored to the earth.
I find the raw, unhurried pulse of life not within myself,
but in the trees.
They stand as silent witnesses, weaving a heavy,
hidden architecture beneath our feet.
I look at their roots,
twisting like dark veins through the cold soil,
stubborn and desperate.
unhurried pulse of life not within myself, but in the trees.
They stand as silent witnesses, weaving a heavy,
hidden architecture beneath our feet. I look at their roots,
twisting like dark veins through the cold soil, stubborn and desperate.