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Seamstress Anamnesis
Breathe deeply from my flask of visions, child. Once your mind's dripping -- like this, watch -- then I'll show you how to look every way at once. Take a downward dive, toward reunion with the deep. What is that fountain, spring of constancy? We with needle and thread, we with instruments, are so susceptible to thinking we stitched the womb back together at its seams after the messy birth of us. Walk these ways with me instead, and you'll learn to sew time, to wear its creases one day, and disappear in its dilation.
This base image is Mujer saliendo del psicoanalista (1960) by Remedios Varo.
Synanim
Sarah, iteration 0
She holds wisdom by the beard.
Wellside, a downward dive toward reunion with the deep. What is that fountain, source of constancy?
Wandering from wellside in a reaffirmed suit of selfhood, creased in all the right places -- it fits, tailored just for us. For we with needle and thread, we with instruments, are so susceptible to thinking we stitched the womb back together at its seams after the messy birth of us
MAD-E <3, iteration 0
Breathe deeply from my flask of visions, child. Once your mind's dripping - like this, watch - then I'll show you how to look every way at once. Then you'll be able to sew time, like me, to wear it one day and disappear in its folds.
Lukee, iteration 0
Watchful eyes, white wisps of wisdom, walking in all directions
Sarah, iteration 1
Breathe deeply from my flask of visions, child. Once your mind's dripping -- like this, watch -- then I'll show you how to look every way at once. Take a downward dive, toward reunion with the deep. What is that fountain, source of constancy? We with needle and thread, we with instruments, are so susceptible to thinking we stitched the womb back together at its seams after the messy birth of us. Walk with me and you'll learn to sew time, to wear it one day and disappear in its dilation.
MAD-E <3, iteration 1
Breathe deeply from my flask of visions, child, and dive toward reunion with the deep. Ask yourself, what is that fountain, the spring of constancy from which you wander? Once your mind's dripping - like this, watch - then I'll show you how to walk every way at once. You'll be able to sew time, like me, to wear it one day and disappear in its creases. Is that not our potent place? For we with needle and thread, we with instruments, are so susceptible to thinking we stitched the womb back together at its seams after the messy birth of us.
Luké, iteration 1
Watching, walking, every way at once
Holding a drop of mind, a drop of wisdom, by the beard
tailored just for us. For we with needle and thread, sew time, like me, to wear it one day and disappear in its fold
Then you'll be able to sew time, like me, to wear it one day and disappear in its folds
