( oil painting by me / via )

Vertigo/ Solastalgia.

"forbidden island"

Nemesis unceasing
in suq antelucan
my own glib betrayals
trawl no shallower Glasnost
fed up with flerd ardent
flourishes yet, unfettered;
but Nemesis is Sampo
one grim bony motor
Nemesis will nitpick
narc where you laid darkness
the cells of your braille body
bode Nemesis its hymnal
Nemesis unceasing
till season's tall falling
too bad for the munchkins
whose modest urge burgeoned

First, try to be something, anything, else.

"As the tour continued, I thought how strange and sad it was: my grandmother, who had endured exile and displacement, now treated as a visitor in a museum that had once been her home."
—Ayşe Osmanoğlu via

Japanese Aesthetics for Life and Death: In Praise of Shadows, Fades, Fragments.