WHEN PRESSING OUR FINGERS IN THE COLD
AND HUMID SOIL,
WE SUMMON THE IMAGINATION
OF THE UNDERGROUND REALM,

THE VELVETY TERRAIN THAT SUSTAINS THE WHITE PICKET FENCES, ROSE BEDS AND THE ARCHITECTURE OF OUR LIVES.   

THAT IS WHERE THE BIOPOLITICS OF MICROORGANISMS, BACTERIA, INSECTS AND WORMS REIGN IN THE DARKNESS, WHERE THE TACTILE ALCHEMY OF RECIPROCITY AND EXCHANGE DECOMPOSES THE ASYMMETRICAL KNOWLEDGE PRODUCTION THAT RELIES ON THE PRIMACY OF SIGHT AND LOGIC.   

IN THIS ZONE OF HUMUS, THE COLLABORATIVE INTER-SPECIES CHOREOGRAPHY RECYCLES AND REDISTRIBUTES MINERALS AND NUTRIENTS, FORMING A COLLECTIVE BODY OF DECAY AND SUSTENANCE.  

WE DIG DEEP INTO THIS POLARITY, 
FOLLOWING THE DESIRE TO DISCOVER WHERE EARTHQUAKES BEGIN.  

WE FIND OUR INTUITION AS A PORTAL TO OUR HEART.

WE RIDE THE INVISIBLE FORCE
THAT SHAKES THINGS,  
THAT SHATTERS UTOPIAS, DICHOTOMIES AND COLONIAL HIERARCHIES BOTH IN VISIONARY AND CATASTROPHIC WAYS  
BY STIRRING OXYGEN INTO OUR IRRATIONAL EXPERIENCES.  

OUR BODIES ARE GYMS TO PRACTICE COMPOSTING.