Worshipping Lali

Losing the senses is how they become keener

At the vein-thin moment when we feel suffocated – just before our breath is snatched from our nostrils – when the walls close in, and when we feel squeezed into the claustrophobic confines of darkness, that’s when we catch a glimpse of just how large we are. When you let yourself go, the smallest and tightest space can become the largest room. Losing the senses is how they become keener.

Bayo Akomolafe

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Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.