PORTALS to MORTALS
Our shared stories are the threads that bind humanity, and so many remain untold.
These sleeping memories can be sparked and awakened
by a song playing in an elevator,
the smell of burning leaves
or a simple string of words.
May this be a portal into those untold stories, the ones that often expose our truest selves.
The First Drop...
A drop of blood to search for a cure, a drop of a child into the arms of the unknown, drops of nourishing breast milk, a leaking fuel tank... hanging suspended on a wave... or waiting for the first drop of a rhythm and bass explosion.
