Egyptian Roof Garden (Thursday Doors)

The sky is alive–I considerthe opening, the thresholdwith no door—what isin, what is out, where do Ibegin? Does my body stillcontain me? I feelstrange, as if I am notactually there—here?—asif I am threaded withephemeral currents, nettedin this floating airscape thatdoes not seem to belocated anywhere at all. I fall together. I am a partof something. … Continue reading Egyptian Roof Garden (Thursday Doors)