is this the sea?
i am lately thinking through long and discordant histories of political, theoretical, and mental health asylums. what new modes of seeking might arise if i decenter my hope for a future based on arrival — on terminal location, stillness? i embrace a feeling that object-bound fugitivity or abstracted ambulance might have always been more valuable markers of my existence.
See more of sidony o'neal's work in our Winter 2017 Issue 3.31.