Casa Robino

No one has the right to ignore the fact that the sway of conditioning accustoms him to survive on one hundredth of his potential for life.Contrast.What you love will fill the streets with it's own corpses without variation, without colours.Two weeks ago I took a long walk. At this time, my skin had gone missing and I was full of mothballs, unable to say anything intelligible. I avoid people as if I had the plague. Shhh, one day you will be able to breathe again. I sat and wrote a ten page letter, watching the sun slink off into the green mountains. Up ahead, a large shape loomed, drunken in it's unpredictable movement. It stops and looks at me, eyes full of coal and the night. I creep closer. I creep I creep I creep. I take out my camera. It scrams, charging into the forest.Let I never try to fuck with time again. amen.A deer fly follows me for miles, buzzing around me and settled on my arm to tear a chunk out. I take him back, squished in my hand gazing at his little wings.Let me sink into a hideous pit if but for a repetition of this day.My potential, somehow, has been sucked out of me, acting out the same fucking parts to each stranger, howdy how do you do? I travel, yes yes yes, I have been in the belly of a whale, yes yes yes, oh you know the queen? yes, pleasured her many a time, yes yes yes. I was in the desert and wrestled snakes, yes yes yes. In Québec I drank enough wine to replace it with blood, yes yes yes. Can I tell this story while I'm sleeping, I've told it so many times, you see, yes? Where else have you been? Ohhhhhh, just everywhere, darling, everywhere, in fact, I have spoken more about my travels than actual travel is how fast I travel, oh yes! immigration officer : and how are you travelling here?I am walking. 3000 miles in 90 days, yes sir, I am a fine and dandy walker.girl looking to break my will by proving that I am not entirely resourceful: but surely you can't have got here hitchhiking could you?no no, I didn't in fact. I swam here. It took a while..And so I leave this continent, again.Now, I am on the island of rain and drowning. Choose your heaven, sir.But, the life will start again as ever, in the vineyards and orchards of france and it will be time to heave this body off the ship floor, drunken on repetition and slothful emotivity and bring it back into the life, to the shore where all things rage for growth and potential.