Sometimes when you close your eyes the light manages to break past the barrier you made between body and air. But almost always when you bite into a mango there is no barrier, a portal opens sweet and sick with stagnancy. You want to stay here, stay forever. You want the day to be an olive branch, the pivot point between monsters and paradise. A time-space of surrender. A scaffold of senses not of notifications disrupting the silence that could’ve been. The place where you forget the body remember your air.