D R A G M E
I N T O Y O U
Published by Domenico Kang
22 November. 2021
Two souls meet. Intertwined they exchange glances. They pull each other to get there. Where? Who knows. Constant oscillation between intuition and rationality. Observe the force with which they do it. They do not seem to want to give up even though the task seems complicated. If the rope breaks, they tie it and start pulling again. They make and undo knots with the tension that exists between what they are and what makes them silent.
I would like to pull to feel the rope between my hands, to feel how the hair fibers slide through my rough skin, tanned by work. I would like to feel it burning with the friction, to keep the marks on my skin and then look at it to remember the force with which they pulled, that they did it without thinking about the pain.