Contain

The escape of certainty traverses through our skin until arriving to the bottom of our fragility. Wounds emerge transparent to the surface, settling in our pillow at night. Allies of the uncertainty and dreams that we chose to forget. Seeking to have a place in the other, which contains our fissure. Melting and embracing us. That is what we have been this past hundred days, containers of collective shadows.

Digital pictures taken with a Sony camera to a box of light, which reflects the image to a paper.

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