Chima Hiro
mars 2011
102 billets
“I am a glass human. I am a glass human disappearing in rain. I am standing among all of you waving my invisible arms and hands. I am shouting my invisible words. I am getting so weary. I am growing tired. I am waving to you here. I am crawling around looking for the aperture of complete and final emptiness. I am vibrating in isolation among you. I am screaming but it comes out like pieces of clear ice. I am signaling that the volume of all this is too high. I am waving. I am waving my hands. I am disappearing. I am disappearing but not fast enough.”
— David Wojnarowicz
Listen to: Holy Other. Touch
“Touch” is a spectral slow jam that’s a bit sexier and not quite as suffocatingly sad as last year’s devastating “Yr Love” (also on the EP), but still feels haunted by the same feelings of yearning and regret.” gvsb
