New sounds: The untranslatable transcript of what it feels like to live in a world where Hope has become a memory and my arms feel empty (ART 255)

 

New sounds:

 

I should have felt
the disturbance

the fabric rippling
as the thread was pulled
farther and farther out

leaving only
the empty space

Confronted with the space
I remember
the long embrace

we never wanted
to let go

All of a sudden
it’s cold

(5 March 2026)

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