There is a history that must be hidden from language.. A history only spoken through the body when it contorts itself through dance, through fucking, etc... (What inspires us to perspire preciously and with power..!) I like to think of the tiny liquid beads of sentiments and stories culturing over time within us. I like to think that when they become ripe with recollections and reason, that they are birthed through our pore canals like children, and thrown to be caught by the wind as phantom pearls... 📸 @yu.lez @voguemagazine