El San Andreas no es un santo!

The body has fault lines hidden just under the skin. They are little figurative tectonic plates of emotion juxtaposed to one another. Much like the real thing no one knows when the tension will build. No warning; just mayhem.

Anger rubs against irritation, excitement against fear. Disappointment pushes upon joy, and hate grinds across pain.

The body quakes. 5 point 3 and 8 point 9 define the explosion of force in these moments.

Relationships are destroyed like cities. You drown in the typhoon of your reactions.

With luck and love help arrives. You rebuild. Your infrastructure made strong in order to withstand future disasters.

There is no fighting this force of nature. You can only hope for survival.


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