DESIGNERS

Sergio Davila Urrutia

The Hierophant

Bed
I woke up in the middle of the night and felt relieved that I was still around, I know that I can suddenly disappear and I won’t see you again. All the night is fulfilled with your presence, flesh and bones all over the darkness, following the rhythm of your breath, and the silence within. Perhaps, you’re the monster then, I’m living a life underneath the bed, in between the deepest emotions of your mind. Maybe you’re the monster, the bed is your body, your legs are made of wood, and your flesh is the bed linen. My voice is hanging from your belly and whenever you wake up you’ll remember that somebody was there, my truth without logic. Now, sleep tight, that the night runs out of stars, melt with the city that you’re visiting, and leave your stories behind for other find...