Tessellate | Synesthesia | In Dreams I am Always a Horse
Three Children Balancing on a Total Barrel | By Abdul Rahman Katanani Tessellate My father tells a story about the boy who drowned. Mud-licked dam: testament to time unfulfilled. My father tells a story about the moon unfulfilled. Going away and not coming back the same way twice. He has nothing to say about starving. Nothing about the dirt he drank, the bombs he heard. He is a collection of stories he'll never tell. In the moonlight, he looks like a vanishing horse. In the daylight: a dog. He has nothing to say about the question he wants to ask. The same one I'll ask of the future. About being