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"Shady steps that no one remembers anymore, but whose griefs are still breathing. And we make them ours, we incarnate them. I fly over the seas and see every person on his island, destructing themselves"
A series of fanzines about the afflictions that flail the human mind and soul. Wrath, solitude, fear, envy, and many other inner demons that stalks us.
We are frail beings that harden and build themselves with the blows of existence, day by day. After surpassing and solving our basic needs as humans, we have created and modified our reality exponentially to the point of being governed by behaviors, desires, aspirations, and fears that we ourselves have conjured. Many of the emotional and mental anguishes we suffer are caused directly or indirectly by a lifestyle alien to us in essence, but at the same time inherent to mankind. I wanted to portrait some of the marvelous and terrible phenomenons that swarms the human mind through illustrations, poetry, stories, comics, or whatever that can serve as herald of those hard and dark emotions. This project was born while i was in the university, and i haven't published it yet, but i am planning to do it soon.
I feel tired, it's night and I can finally breathe.
My icy bones contract the flesh that holds them,
That copper-colored pulp cage,
Blood wanders through its cracks
Tree tunnels plagued everywhere.
It is a dead forest,
A silent city,
A throbbing ocean.
The earth swallows me to its center,
I must use my hands to support my haggard soul
The blows to the ground have made me mortal,
I have died countless times,
They have broken my skin,
And I walk in barren streets.
I see faces strewn about their own lies
I walk through streets of corrosive mists,
Of floors full of glasses,
Watching insects nesting on people's faces
I walk on land crushed by the footsteps of the dead
Shady steps that no one remembers anymore, but whose griefs are still breathing
And we make them ours, we incarnate them
I fly over the seas and see every person on his island, self-destructing
Chewing sand and coral remains ground by salt (...)
“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
The flaming winds of fury ignites the voice, which turns into a sour howl melting the flesh and burning the soul. Wrath can be brighter and stronger than love, but it will consume everything around in the blink of an eye.
"Fear tears off your bones, freezes your spirit and slays your will"