I walk against the wind, feeling my body clothe itself in tremor. I have lost my lucidity amid the dazzling, strange lights of this city.
Taking long, heavy, unsteady steps, echoing on concrete and fallen leaves. I contemplate the dirty horizon, unrecognizable. I foretell a fractured ending, perhaps wounded.
An affection that came undone like the broken light of dusk, disappearing in several unknown directions. Complete senselessness, unleashed fury, swollen with doubt.
I was then disaster embodied in human form, melancholy made figure, the face of an anguished buzzing. A voice sighing its imprisoned penumbra.
How much violence in your silence.
Take away the vertiginous abyss that vibrates beneath my feet. The loneliness that covers me like a blanket. My weariness is wrathful. Fill this vacant field with the faint presence of your hands.
With my head on the edge of a dream and my eyes half closed, I feel my legs float. I cling on with what little nails I have, fingers bleeding. Until suddenly becoming nothing.
Photography by Rafael Moguel Martínez
An architect by profession and passionate about creating. Beyond designing spaces, both writing and photography have been refuges, places that have allowed me to explore feelings and the curiosity of seeing what surrounds us with different eyes.