Some anatomy of passing by
I wonder if covering in indifference means also covering in peace. To what degree the one entails the other and the other way around? Surely, there's smth else in any case: some shared component of both which sumultanuously goes beyond them. An ounce of something pungent – but of what? Of some chilli reflection in the face of a stranger? Perhaps, but also – of some pungent smoke eating out apples of our eyes. Making us do with the very core.