sundrying,

a “decay fetish” of preserving organics by exposure — sun-soak, sunburn, sunbleach; a nostalgic trophy from the short-lived northern summer, it is a form of decay — searing, smearing, getting worn, lived in and on, overrun with new life — but also a primitive rething of reinhabiting the basal structures (“come dwell in my whitened weathered skull”), a calcified alternative to the full fertility-recycling dissolution. You have to still be of the biology but invulnerable to it — be a changed human — to savor the tension between the scorch and the slime, to balance freezing and dissolving, to guiltlessly gulp the sunshine syrup: dehydrate, strain, crystallize the spineless rot — intake the upper City’s blinding windburn.

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