Thomas Bunstead

Where has it come from, this whole landscape of wounds?

– he says.

From bodies without passion, which are also landscape.

Looking at the world in silence, and in silence writing what is seen. Writing the silence itself. This is what it is to love the world. (Silent love)

Where has it come from, this whole landscape of wounds?

– he says.

From bodies without passion, which are also landscape.

– she says

The first time I touched you it was like coming home. A home I’d never been in before.

– he says.

Since being with you, I’ve lost my fear of routine.

– she says.