[juxtaposition by she who makes sing, the spaces in between]
there are spaces in between the disjointed and the disconnected and it is these spaces that give shape and contour to what is defined and angular. the without that defines the within. From in between bamboo stalk bars, words, बिदेशी, peer out like eyes above a fence, looking in or looking out. what is it about the petals of a flower, that when dissected, seem to create a pattern that was never there. moments that are fragmentary often do not add up to a larger picture, sometimes they remain just what they are: fragments. but patterns emerge, not of a unified whole, but of a series of ideas that shape understanding. like a sunflower sun that gazes down on the dissonant, like a childhood picture of happiness sliced in half.
is it enough to say this is beautiful? is it ever enough to say you are beautiful? beauty is an order, an assimilation of the disparate into an aesthetic whole. it is more profound to leave the fragments unjoined, separated like twins at birth. there is a different beauty in the spaces between what is said and what is left unsaid.
come, tear me apart, break me open. i shall never want to be whole again.