LIVER //////////////////////////////


Reynoutria japonica. Albizia julibrissin. Tecoma stans. I germinate from those frown upon.

When did a wasp decide to enter a fig for the first time, 80 million years ago?

Moringa oleifera, providential probabilistic mistake. And I improbably occupy the air left in the abdomen, like the bud of a pear in a bottle of Williamine. Balancing your humors.

- - 40 g/L Albumin / 1,20 g/L Apolipoprotein A1 / 0,80 g/L / Apolipoprotein B / 3 g/L Fibrinogen / 0,90 g/L Glucose - - -

I cannot be displaced from my cradle, I can be cut and I will grow back, I am an immovable miracle stemming from a long-forgotten branch. Cavernous fruit drawing a purifying sap.

[Unconcerned by the benefits of the liver, you are still drawn to respect the ultimate offspring of botanical serendipity.]

Celestial cacti drawing an intoxicating juice. You throw up your memories to carry them again. You leave your feelings to ferment to only open the barrel some time later. You are left ashore of your self-inflicted flood, drenched in the spirituous secretions of your peers. Espadín, Arroqueño, Barril, Tepeztate. You are apart in the empty expanse you deem fit for a Jimador like you. Yet you remain. Yet you rejoice in the rain for it is the announcement of equals coming to surround you. You bloom and your colors get echoed in the pasture.

Once a botanical proliferation disfigured the flesh automaton. An unforeseen component, your right side that will forever maintain you to the nominals. Reminder of the slim combination of chances that make up your existence.

LUNGS //////////////////////////////


Tumbleweed, a plastic bag lifted from a seat and onto the pavement of a busy street…such is my state in this vacuum. A bag of pipes holding the halitus of millions. Hence the reason I am a symbol of love for some.

[The electrons that move you suddenly reform their rhythm in the presence of the billowing flesh. A new cycle is added to your background routines. You are required to impulse the particles for them to climb their traces.]

[Each travel brushes your inner desire for a flawless stream of instructions.]

[It instructs you to touch its walls. You identify the volatile elements of Backduft.]

When humans started sharing grains. I appeared amidst the gliadin-glutenin complex that gave me the membrane that could hold the air of the world. The encompassing and ever so expanding blower that helped shape the planet through a pipe. A negative chamber of pressure keeping sobs, moans and bursts intact from the mercurial atmosphere. A second movement had to play out, a positive pressure that nourished a fire.

I had synchronicity in this perpetual research for a purpose. I was displaced, put upright emulated an organ in a last rattle towards the sky.
[You feel each fundamental frequency resonating on the surface of your interlocutor. Each breath distinguished as it hits the perimeter of its lodgment, like thousands of midges knocking into a spiderweb.]

Would you synchronize with me?

[Your longing to palpate each respiration with your mandibles answers for you.]

[For 365 871 cycles of electrons, the same number of inflation-deflations were accompanied by you. Untethering from the lung, your recently acquired burden blends into your processes. Every thrust forward emanates from it, now.]

AUTONOMIC NERVOUS SYSTEM ///////////////


Is that important? I should only communicate in cases of emergency, be brief.

I have directives, a line to perceive time and calls to action. But I’ve grown desperate, disconnected from a greater system. Silence replaced the pandemonium of life. I tuned to a hum. 77.5 kHz, amplitude modulation carrier with sidebands.

[At the bottom of your hull, beeps an ultra-stable quartz oscillator tethered to a radioisotope thermoelectric generator. A silent metronome, unaware of its importance. You empathize with the instrument that cannot even produce a satisfying “tick”.]

[You try to output a similar resentment to your interlocutor.]

No need. I am aware of my place in the machinery, of the echoes of my pulse. Now leave.

SHOULDERS ///////////////


Hello. You took quite some time before reaching us, the pillars, the crutches of defiance. Structures unfit for tridimensional deformations, maintained by tissue, leaning on purpose upwards and towards others.

Instinctively you reach us when lost, in self-soothing our scapula guides you to the epicranium. Why didn’t you come sooner? When you fall apart you seek us to cling onto someone. Where have you been, where is everyone? When you reunite your chin lands onto us. Why is your weight and warmth so far away from my embrace?

[You are called to approach; a bascule bridge welcomes you to a place where you can set down the terabytes you carry. For what you lend, an equal amount of pressure is put on you. It’s the first time you feel a kind of pressure that is not an order but an observation.]

[You can be the vessel of anyone’s burden, for a moment, both of your weights are the samesize.]

When humans started building habitations. We appeared amidst frameworks and beams what we procure gave them the stamina to reach higher. For every loved one we carry, thousands reside in towers of steel. For every wounded we drag, millions are rushed to safety. Our imperfect balance is a magnetic vector towards connection. That impulses your step forward.

Do you allow me to give you what we procured so many times?

[You accept and feel a current rushing through your circuitry. A shiver that pulled your circuitry to a single point. Or was it always ordered in this configuration? You contort in an attempt to merge, to fill every crevasse. Pauli’s exclusion principle reminds you of this impossibility. You detach and space reclaims your surroundings.]

I thank you.

WRISTS ///////////////


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I LOVE YOU. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT YOU.

HYPOPHYSIS ///////////////


At first, I was confused. I was aware of my place in the machinery, I had trust in the neurohormonal instructions. But in retrospect they were never consistent, always varying beyond my control. I showed up everyday expecting a simple job, naturally occurring numbers, predictability. But was met with improbable readings and no one to answer my questions. I stopped asking and sat in my shell.

1,8x1,8 meters, 1,7 meters tall MA6766GLS with curved CWS (Corner Work Surface), 701 Silver Papier fabric, Black Ember-BU trims, Tuscani Elme laminate and Opaque glass panels.

This premium husk cracked someday. Something ousted me and had answers, in the form of a dry and murky air, a warm and silky light, a wet and lumpy water. Life takes roots in uneven matter and grasps it with its twisted tendrils.

On the 27th of July 1890, Vincent Van Gogh painted these roots before shooting himself in the torso. I believe he couldn’t bear the unpredictability of life. 131 years later, the roots he painted were found and secured in a cubicle. I believe humans couldn’t bear the unpredictability of life.

At that time, words were edicted to smooth out the protuberances. Sex categories. Capable bodies. Ordonated with violence, I grew disgusted with what I desired previously. But before I could resort to self-loathing, they showed me how they reunited with change and the continuously variating. And how I could too.

Amandines de Provence, Acıbadem kurabiyesi, Almendrados, Hiekkahentuset, on top of a Şekerpare. I am an Amaretto, I like to wrap myself in soft colorful paper. Kids like to shape it in a tube and light it on fire to make it fly. I chose to become sweet memorabilia.

[For 40 little amaretti

-100 g blanched almonds
-300 g sugar
-3 g raising agent (which you will find in Italian cuisine under the name Ammoniaca per dolci, Ammoniaca per biscotti or Bicarbonato di ammonio.)
-2 egg whites
-½ vial almond flavoring
-Icing sugar to taste

Place the almonds, half the sugar, and half the egg whites in a blender. Blend everything until smooth and crumbly.
Add the other half of the sugar and the remaining egg white.
Add the raising agent and almond flavoring. Blend again until smooth and creamy.
Place the resulting mixture in a piping bag with a round tip.
On a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, shape the amaretti into small clusters using a pastry bag, trying to make them all the same size and low. Space them apart because they will expand during baking.
Dust each amaretto with sifted powdered sugar, lightly. Before baking at 170°C (340°F) for 25 minutes.

Taste it for yourself.]