How strange it is to have a body at all. Or, how strange it is that it isn’t strange for some to have a body. Being a body versus knowing that one is a body emerges as a dividing line — how much do you think about your body? Devour exists within this fault line: as a body being consumed by a world and as a body consuming parts of the world, as a shrinking body among growing systems of control and as a growing body determining its place against such mechanisms, as a voice escaping a corporeal form and a form being remade by voices.

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It was proven, it remains proven, that we are all electric narratives covered in varieties of skin, and that perfect sound can forever connect us to the infinite possibilities of being. We’ve lived these lives before, we’ve decayed through half-lives till chemicals and organics ceased to be different, merging instead at a subatomic level where electrons act as millions of tuning forks that have been perfecting themselves over millennia to form melody. They’re still evolving, obviously, awesomely: there’s no need for the utter endpoint of absolute perfection.

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Only after moving away from New York does one realize how integral that state is to one’s identity, background, and perspective. I’ve only ever lived elsewhere twice. Yet, even comfortably residing halfway across the country, I can’t see myself ever being “from” anywhere but New York. I am not there, but I am there. We will return. It is inevitable.

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W00dy shares findings from metaphysical experiments. Passions and other potions bubble in beakers and travel through truly weird Rube Goldberg-like networks of resistance and doing, coming and wanting. At many points along the path, emotions explode from excessive heat, unpalatable pressure, risky reactions that fizz like baking soda mixed with vinegar but with an infinitely more incendiary result, all super sudden and nasty and ecstatic and absurdist and addictive and delicious.

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Despite popular perception, Seattle sees less yearly rainfall than other US metros like Chicago or New York. During the fall and winter months, though, the Olympic rain shadow does experience a higher percentage of “rain days.” In this time, a constant cloudiness and light shower is like a faucet drip or encyclopedia of breezes. It is a perennial hail-haze, one that seems to blotch out time, space, and all matter.

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