THE PATCH

over time, respiration became a way of life for me - a way to return to myself again & again…& eventually, it became a way to stay, a place to stay - a plot i could live in.

before? staying? it meant staying still.

“it’s still life!” ‘still life.’ like a painting of a pumpkin.

you know what? before we continue, i should introduce myself - i’m surpent and i’m a patcher.