Project and projection. Manifesto confession question. Vows and vowels, a beginning and end. A vision and its leap. The true and its concepts. The real and the others and the Other. Single/ divisible. Denominator and numerator. Factor me in or out. 

A thought and non-thought. A speech and the silences that shape it. The perfect harmony that contains though it is not. A deep breath and a personal best. 

The beauty and the beast. The two ends of a matchstick. Figure of clay and speech. 

You beautiful dispersion of light, beautiful formity of space – you were a sitting duck for the seductive temptress of your daydreams. She swallowed you whole. 

Of course you don’t remember.. It wasn’t quite you who were conquered. It happened somewhere up the line. We were all born under siege. 

We forgot. We always forget. Who needs jail cells when the prisoners think they’re free. Your ruler? Call it Ego. Satan. Shaitan. Mara. 

So what is µDOSE? It escapes me a little. I hope it escapes you too. A congregation of souls, an interaction of sorts, a pillar that supports, upholds, pushes. Lean on it to take a breath then rise up to meet your best Self.