Refuge In Color

The world keeps a noise that has no off button. Inside the human animal there is another room, more archaic than language, deeper than any roof ever built above a head. The way back gets learned by accident, never by instruction. Sometimes through grief, on other days through fever, in rare hours through being alone for too long in a foreign town. Whatever the price of admission, the place exists. Vocabulary slides off it. Explanation fails at the door. What stays of an experience like this is the certainty, afterwards, of having been somewhere unreachable from the outside, and the unfair knowledge that nobody else can be brought along.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1MByyPrsYcQBYBFjJSEgmcKS2dkk7oeZzf

Token ID

29