This is a poem about how spaces feel. I tried to ask the spaces themselves, so that I would not misrepresent their feelings. They were uncomfortably silent.
This is likely my last post from Brazil. I have sat on this series of photos for some time. Waiting on the right moment for them to see the light. I returned to the place where I took these photos recently. At around mid-day, I was stopped, searched and threatened by the police. They put […]
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Reza para seu bem by Akil Steamship is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. Based on a work at https://akilsteamship.com/2017/01/28/reza-para-seu-bem/.
Mirassol is anything but urban. Located deep in the country, an hour south of Mato Grosso do Sul, Mirassol is a charming little town, if a bit dusty and far too functional to be quaint. It’s a place of black buzzards and loose dogs, of cows and truck repair, of big families and bigger meals. […]