"Disposable is a mode. Of reaching out. For kicks. And egos pushed. We’ll shortly drown. Start over. There’s a space in between. A state of longing. One of great vulnerability. Leaving us lost and lorn. The end of a short and colorful trip that slowly desaturates the mood. Disposable. Affection. Disposable us. Our senses awake can’t be disposed of. Tastes, smells, touching words affect our visions. Memories. All ingrained. Visible on our skin’s landscape. Palpable marks we can never delete. But send to another state of matter. As we move on quickly."
See Jones' full series for DISPOSABLE here.