December 8, 2024
capitalismo mata-nos .
not on a banner.
not in a book.
just a trash bin, tagged
on a side street in lisboa.
the message was already decaying,
paint dripping down like it knew
no one was coming to fix this.
i didn’t take it as warning.
i took it as witness.
sometimes the clearest truths
live where you’re not supposed to look.
# lisboa
# drift # refusals # traces # blackness # fragments
December 6, 2024
naky held up a portrait
like it was a mirror.
virgínia quaresma—
journalist, lesbian, afro-portuguese.
forgotten by design.
remembered anyway.
the tour wasn’t quiet.
it moved.
spoke back.
refused the way history gets told
without breath,
without body.
the archive wasn’t in a museum.
it was in his hands.
in the cadence.
in the way we stopped on cobblestones
to make space for her name.
# lisboa
# drift # blackness # fragments # traces # refusals
December 5, 2024
the slogans hang like memory.
not exhibition.
insistence.
# lisboa
# refusals # traces # holdings # dérive
December 5, 2024
from up here,
the city looks soft.
terracotta roofs,
blue sky,
sun warming the stone.
but i know what these walls were built for.
how far their reach once stretched.
what was claimed from here.
what was sent.
it’s beautiful.
it’s brutal.
it’s both.
sometimes the view
is part of the violence.
# lisboa
# drift # traces # refusals # fragments # blackness
December 4, 2024
maybe this is what pause looks like.
sun on porcelain. bridge in the distance. book barely opened.
the city behind the cup isn’t waiting. it just moves.
but for a moment, i don’t.
# lisboa
# surfaces # traces # drift # fragments
December 1, 2024
they still whisper her name like it’s dangerous.
but this isn’t a whisper.
it’s a scream, wheatpasted to brick.
marie-josèphe angélique—enslaved, accused, executed.
not for a crime,
but for refusing to live quietly in a world built to crush her.
je me souviens , they say.
but they don’t mean her.
they mean the colony.
they mean the order she tried to set fire to.
this paper will peel, fade, dissolve into dust.
but she was never paper.
she was kindling.
and we’re still burning.
# tiohtiàke
# refusals # traces # blackness # surfaces # fragments
October 28, 2024
theory. metaphor. refusal.
how we stayed alive.
# tiohtiàke
# queerness # holdings # fragments # refusals
September 30, 2024
the murals watched.
we didn’t march fast.
our orange shirts carried what couldn’t be said.
# tiohtiàke
# refusals # holdings # traces # blackness
September 28, 2024
palestine in the frame.
ballroom at the centre.
blackness, unshaken.
# tiohtiàke
# refusals # blackness # queerness # fragments # holdings
August 16, 2024
this city loves a moral lesson in spray paint.
# tiohtiàke
# surfaces # traces # fragments