The unguarded, excessive sociality of risk. Re-scaling territories and becoming
ungovernable up until or just before available consequence/s show their texture. The
perforations from loving, fucking and handholding welcome ecological traffic, things we
name and can’t name. Reflexes are heat-sharpened and scorch their own “protective”
layers. In comes the concrete, the wooden floor, the cotton sheets, the dust, the mites and
every plant. The unromantic veneer of (performed) composure gets flung. Each drive grows
a mouth and multiplies into a swarm, nearly liquid. The polite ritual of remembrance is
dependably inefficient, any real evidence is ornamental and gets less sexy with time.

Reasons to return: Opulence.

I won’t arrive exactly where I was before.

Splintering.

Germination.

My [ ] has other uses.

Networking.

Softness.