Text and image: Nitrofoska
Click to enlarge
Click to enlarge
Fragment 3:
Stillness terrifies me. Not the absence of motion, but fixity. That moment when everything stops and form imposes itself—solid, immutable. That is why the tremor is my refuge, the vibration that dissolves outlines. Every fiber of my being resists definition. Letting the light pass through me, letting it blur me, is an act of rebellion, a way of disappearing without leaving. I am not one, but the superposition of countless moments refusing to be just one. Inertia is my promise: there is no end.
©Nitrofoska