"Scratch scratch go my nails. Pressing on my skull, pushing into process, these sounds.
I got so high with all this bouncing in my head –seeing you hold the water, it trying to escape. I heard you wailing. And myself wailing too. I cant even play again. Too soon. Too beautiful.
I heard your echo, too, cave-deep.
Underwater tunnel, cold coffee."
- Paulina Lagüera