I read somewhere that we never actually touch anything. Something in our atoms repels each other, so there is always some space between us and the object we wish to touch. There is an uncrossable rift
in-between us. Even if there was a way to bridge it, I’m not sure I would want to. I have infinite tenderness for you and, even more so, for the space in between us. What I mean: I love to reach for you.
36 Flux, Kendall Laurent Colored pencils, pen, and ink