tales.

Home is a space, supposed to make me feel secure, to comfort me to sleep every night or sometimes morning, but this never has been the case. In a room, in that corner near the window, has done nothing but torture and the constant subjugations of physical discomfort. The bed bugs have brought topography to the next level by creating a leather map of islands; on spots where the skin of my body would rest on when I sleep. - s.r (2013)