Ana Karina Romero

Translucent surface tensions of puddles glimpse windows into emptiness. Mirrors of water reflect the nature of portals, the nature of mind, the impermanence of phenomena. Luminous sorcery dissolves the emanations of the city through its reflections.

Capital is dead labor that, like a vampire, lives only by sucking up living labor; and the longer it lives, the more work it sucks.

Capital is dead labor that, like a vampire, lives only by sucking up living labor; and the longer it lives, the more work it sucks.