on one side is a deep breath.
on the other,
the pull to destruction.
maybe
writing / Anastasia Kontchaeva
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Replicåh | Kinetic Love
everything has fallen apart –
or maybe together,
but it feels like a wreck I can’t bear to leave.
I always go into the snake pit when I know full well the creature is full of poison even when it sleeps.
photo / Yvone Shee
writing / Anastasia Kontchaeva
MUNYA | Some More
I was gonna sow your seeds
you keep talking about winter
about nuclear sun
all i see is green
turning brown
photo / greg pths
mindswimmer | elevation
chantelle zuniga
theo gosselin
Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that
CG Prod | Know You
laura deberie
jeff luker
I never thought how beautiful things will look from far away
Nima Khaste | TBT
anastasia kontchaeva, soho house fire
valeria lazareva
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Paulius Kilbauskas | Space
julie simon
anastasia kontchaeva
some people are born with a piece of night inside
Circuit Saga | Gemini
Anastasia Kontchaeva
Robert Moses Joyce
If you can see it, it can see you. That’s true of just about anything
Orion Mystic | Scars (ft. Jordyn Oran)
Kira Bunse
anastasia kontchaeva
Loneliness is a dense thing. There’s no data inside a collapsed star. My tongue glides into a ring of silence. My heart beats in practical terms. There is no moon, no cycle, no time. X-rayed a thousand times, my sex is neutered. What cooks inside are sulphur, calcium, and iron—the stuff from blood and bones, the stuff from fermenting stars.
Labasheeda | Spiral Song
Anastasia Kontchaeva
Alma Proenca
The comfort of routine and endless chatter must be jettisoned – or lost – in order for anything revelatory to commence. Homelessness – a life spent in nameless locations – brings both emancipation and anxiety