Winter Light by Riccardo Fregoso

An extract from Francesco Pacifico's text in the book

"We roam invisible worlds, waiting to fall into bodies. In that phase consciousness impregnates itself, standing by and watching itself. The boundaries of each one breathe, thickening and thinning, inhaled and exhaled by consciousness. We regroup spontaneously, feeling we can greet each other without the need to move legs and arms. Instead of extending fingers, it is the floating dust of awareness that lengthens on its own, massaging us in its impalpable, jovial accordion.

We know and we don’t know that we are about to trickle to the ground, all of us.

The three of us agree to meet as soon as we arrive. We are not able to set our bearings. Before trickling we feel ourselves being pulled inward. The dust compresses and with a snap we enter the earth."