There is no longer a near future where our bodies touch
in the vertical column of the universe.
I will not find your skin in sanity;
your absence will speak to me
like a winter flower,
like an untold story, a torn wall.
There will be no
“don’t sleep anymore”,
no little dog,
no little market,
the twenty fingers intertwined:
from lily to delirium,
from lily to delirium.
I am afraid.
Photography by Ignacio Isaac Soto // Dev/Scan at Dichroic Film Lab
I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.