by Carles Hidalgo Gomez
There is this error that is called catachresis. It is normally understood as a failed metaphor or as a morally wrong form of abuse. It is nurtured out of incompleteness. I want to feel or think or say or touch things in a way that I have no point of reference to relate from. My skin starts activating. This leads me to spaces, to situations I was not aiming to reach. We can think of the intimate moment, the sexual moment, the apprehensive moment and the average deceiving one. I start dragging my body around, as I normally do, but it is different this time.