Today I lost track of my hands.
They walked me down to a crease in a word that nobody has ever said.
And I could no longer distinguish them from the particles of a dream.
Anti-Diary No. 03
LABS & SALONS
FLEA MARKETS OF THE UNCONSCIOUS
Online — Surrealist philosophy and praxis: navigating the internal archive of psychic debris.
NOV 26
THE MESCALINE JOURNALS
Online — Henri Michaux and psychic cartography: tracing the limits of language and creative notation.
DEC26
THE WATCHER
Online — Cinematic, mythic and psychological inquiries into the symbol of the eye