sidony o'neal

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.
 

five on it, 2017 mason jar, pennies, paper, and vinegar

five on it, 2017
mason jar, pennies, paper, and vinegar