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

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

theory. metaphor. refusal. how we stayed alive.

#tiohtiàke #queerness #holdings #fragments #refusals

palestine in the frame. ballroom at the centre. blackness, unshaken.

#tiohtiàke #refusals #blackness #queerness #fragments #holdings

this city loves a moral lesson in spray paint.

#tiohtiàke #surfaces #traces #fragments

we stood still when the sun disappeared. a crowd without urgency. no one tried to name it.

the air changed first— cold, metallic, like something was watching. then the sky, folding into dusk as if the day had given up early.

i didn’t feel awe. not exactly. more like a shared breath held too long.

some people clapped when the light came back.

but most just stood there. under bare trees. on stolen land. watching a hole in the sky remind us how small we are.

#tiohtiàke #walks #holdings #surfaces #fragments

after the burnout.   after the heart palpitations.   after the kind of anxiety that makes your body forget itself—   i left.

no email.   no calendar.   just this.   water on my thighs.   sun on my shoulder.   a queer resort where no one needed me   to explain why i came.

i didn’t heal.   not fully.   but i stopped bracing.

and for now,   that’s enough.

#cayoguillermo #drift #holdings #surfaces #fragments #queerness

i looked up and didn’t try to name any of them.

no constellations. no directions. just stars— scattered, distant, alive.

i don’t always need meaning. sometimes it’s enough to know something else is out there.

something beyond   what this world keeps asking me to carry.

#cayoguillermo #drift #fragments #traces #holdings #blackness

sometimes being above it all isn’t about distance. it’s about breath.

the snow kept everything quiet. even the city below. as if the cold had pressed pause.

i wasn’t looking for anything. just letting the light reflect off the ice and the railing hold my weight for a minute longer than usual.

#tiohtiàke #holdings #surfaces #fragments #drift

a counter. a cortado. a book that doesn’t let you look away.

the sugar on the pastry barely held. like the light outside—thin, unsure.

i wasn’t reading to learn. not exactly. more like remembering with someone who already knew.

there are days when survival is this: coffee warm, pages open, grief in the margins.

#tiohtiàke #holdings #surfaces #fragments #blackness #drift