Liminalities

Why do we cherish moments that were always meant to fade away?

Why return, again and again, to empty lines that no one else will see?

And Other Invisible Things | From The Ordinary Liminalities

On the People We Refuse to See | From The Ordinary Liminalities

Our Presence is Optional | From The Ordinary Liminalities

And the Fiction of Possession | From The Ordinary Liminalities

On the Fading of Small Traces | From The Ordinary Liminalities

Knowing and Unknowing | From The Ordinary Liminalities