Photo : Marie-Andrée Rho
the desire
I stop myself where body and food touch. I want to rest here, to stay in this place. To slow time and expand the moment before incorporation or expulsion. I want to exist alongside, to stall and stall the inevitable performance of merging or excluding. But I cannot linger for long; the impulse is so charged, so vital, so mixed up with all that I name life and living. This other I name food beseeches me to perform the most intimate relationship, with me, with life. In the writing of this text I am very subjective, very close, I allow hardly any distance between. To begin I have a story: a story of an onion.
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