He felt in the air that strange frenetic atmosphere just before a big storm. He no longer distinguished the inside from the outside. Sometimes he sought to ride the train to nowhere just to be surrounded by strange faces he thought he could love, needing the human warmth because he knew it to be a deep balm. He supposed that, perhaps, the speed of the carriage would accelerate that anxious positivity inside his body, that it would stir it among shifting skies filled with ocean; of huge, abandoned, yet familiar buildings; of hard floors with the trace of having been danced on; of train tracks made a bunch of metal and wood; of paradoxical stairs that climbed to the lowest part; of hands that aimed to love him but failed to grasp his true form.
From a precise point between his navel and his spine, a damp, fertile earth was stirring, pushing him simultaneously with its roots into the earth and upwards, full of old branches that creaked, cracking the cement of the streets.
Silence fell, and then he could smell an infinite sheet of cold water, embers about to be extinguished and the dawn behind the clouds.
credits
from Tres Tiempos,
released June 13, 2021
Music by Malak Haynes
Artwork and Tale by Claudia Sicilia Venegas
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