lost in rainbows

Jesi Taylor
3 min readDec 12, 2020
Photo by Carlos Kenobi on Unsplash

Colloquial phrases fail to capture the magnitude of the loss and the depth of the chasm left in the place of tender, playful love that was — always more warm than chaotic, more soft than burning — left to spend its final moments gasping for air. Especially when it’s too strong to die. Too deeply rooted in the most fertile parts of your soul. Destined or doomed to ebb and flow with the rising seas of Lethe. Anchored to bittersweet memories that take on a life…

Jesi Taylor

NYC-based philosophy graduate student whose work covers Genocide Studies, Repro + Enviro Justice, Discard Studies, and Political Ecology of Waste. @moontwerk