© Lee Yanor
These passages are like excavations of an intimate memory, lulled in the shadow of our viscera, buried in the folds of our flesh, printed on the layers of our skin. Those are the words given to the body so that it could give away to us the secret facets of its secret images. Thus as in a dream the images of our emotions emerge in the shadows, became scarce and vague in the light of dusk before disappearing completely.
