hugo santos silva

text :: heksenhaus

when i was younger, it was jamie’s work in ‘love and rockets’ that resonated the most with glibert’s leaving me lukewarm.
as i’ve aged, however, the opposite is true.
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rooibos and lavender tea with coconut milk and toasted coconut is cooling on the windowsill and, somewhere in the woods, there’s a feral cat yowling.

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the world seems to be made of pure anxiety, of late, and there’s barely any respite from the constant assault coming from the capital of this wretched nation.
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there is no comfort in sleep.

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image :: Watermill on the Crag / Bruno Lucas Dias Photos © Hugo Santos Silva