"Desperation" was a thought inspired by the COVID-19 times, but it applies to every prolonged instance of trauma, that eventually becomes unconscious, and it takes time, distance and healing to realize its true dimensions.
As a piece, it incorporates elements from the past, such as a mysterious old recording I've been curious about for years and recently retrieved from an old mini-cassette recorder, and a footage of a place very deeply connected to childhood memories. It's more of a poetized thought than an actual poem, and although it's closer to prose I decided to follow the voice rhythm to create the written lines rather than doing it the other way round.
Desperation Looking backthere was a lot of desperationbut we couldn't feel it. It was like a filterall over reality. A reality that you get used tolike every other reality. There was desperation.It had a color.It was mostly grey butnot just grey a little bit of darkblue, also.Sadness, I guess. There was, but we couldn't see it.But now that the filter that film that was covering the horizonand the skyand the reflection of the light now that this is gone yeah, in hindsightthere was a lot of desperation.
