Blocking the future

 Blocking the future. Whitening it. In its projected past we leave the battlefield of painful life dismembered with the members haphazardly scattered on the ground where the corpses are still visible just before the invisible act of the scavengers makes them disappear among the juices of their womb. When hunger strikes one night, the trembling legs do not go out to look for the deceased meat still embedded in the persistent bones, they lie on the surface of the earth, in their corpse solitude, all the deceased remains.