I can see the Water the Sand and I can not see the thing that carries the water
cut open made glass hardened transparency
itās sensative.
withholding is exhibit,
navigating through unnamed destinations,
trying to decifer erased directions
i just guess, touch and feel.
when youāre always in between you recognize the
threshholds
im a follower of
signals
of sorts
feelings of being close
to something singular
when youāre multiple you understand that
there is no such thing as mutual understandings
the only ones we share are the ones we
narrate in languages built out of not naming
speed
velocity
you cannot name the object you cannot see
this infrastructure is the given
invisible until it fails
what a tender unfeeling
you can look and still be given nothing
but power hiding behind speed.
I am a body standing on top of something enormously consequential
and I feel mostly the wind
you know you can ask what the cable is for and they will tell you itās not a cable itās a border
it is a conductor it sees itself as a conductor.
I want to be encrypted too.
my sensitive parts rooted under something enormously impatient,
but no one is allowed to photograph.
like the sand that keeps a shape of machines and causes a memory foam.
memory calling the shoreline
I love the low tide.
But nobody seems to look these days.
You canāt really
cause thereās borderers not cables
cleared of all charges.
These things only exist in transit packages
shaped across three routes, reassembled.
Thereās a whole category collapse of protection and secrecy.
you know, velocity is also a form of anesthesia
and nothing can be hurt at that speed
ācause nothing is anywhere long enough
and I stand there where the land ends and the bond begins
and my body is the only thing there without redundancy.
am I allowed to take photos here or no?photos of what? No, there is nothing here so what do you want to take pictures of?
They keep saying itās sensitive.
The site is sensitive.
Information is sensitive.
I begin to understand. This is a diagnosis we share.
But what is so interesting about this?
I cannot answer without becoming more suspicious.
I say the birds in the trees
I feel sketchy for looking
the infrastructure is done and itās not moving and Iām the one whoās blushing and I cannot move either.
This is a border they say and thereās no line anywhere thereās just a shore in the water and a big fat black cable.
The man is having a picnic in front of the landing side this is the most classified view in the country and he chooses it for lunch and that is maybe the correct relation maybe devotion looks like this maybe devotion is not asking
coming to light without being there.
A landing without an arrival asking permission has taught me that the shape of the thing is better than seeing
I see every no as a measurement.
thereās all this talk about the clouds when the clouds are underneath the shoreline. I was going to negotiate the poetics of the landing site
sensitive
capable of being hurt,
sensitive,
capable of hurting others
if disclosed the word cannot decide
Untitled (itās sensitive) 2026
Developed at Tropical Lab 20 residency at Lasalle College Of The Arts, Singapore
Photos by @laramzp and @topnut on Instagram











