I have been confined to oblivion.
Now I know, there is no turning back.
You lit a fire in your memory
three nights ago and now, I melt.
I tried to settle into a false memory:
erecting a fantasy hut in a dream
and live there, quietly, until I grow old.
But you set everything on fire, I repeat, everything!
What remains of my memory agonizes
among charred corpses.
Swimming among dark fossils
the last vestiges of love
that, as a whole, we preach.
I am a redoubt of what I was;
a speck of dust that, with luck,
you will inhale unintentionally,
in a new dream.
Photographers: Nik To
Bookseller and bibliomaniac reader with fourteen years of experience, based in Mexico City.