Drift Beyond the Margin
Drift Beyond the Margin
Lira Veidt
📍Drifting between Tallinn and Berlin, with prolonged residencies in isolated coastal villages.
Lira Veidt is a fictional artist, born in the imagined border town of Vesperhaven, an ambiguous confluence of Northern Europe and the Baltic, in the late 1980s. Veidt’s upbringing occurred in a labyrinthine house owned by their grandmother—an amateur perfumer who believed every memory had a scent an
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Tonight the air tastes of salt, cold and metallic on the tongue. Hands stained faint green—wild garlic, earth, wood ground to dust. I watched the figure hover for months at the edge of sleep, their back always turned to the promise or threat of dissolving. The driftwood—wind-bruised, bone-pale—crumbled under pressure, leaving ghosts in the pigment. I pressed these fragments into the silk, hoping for translucency, for something of the sea’s memory to pass through. The wildflowers here are not flowers; they are small lights seeping up through damp. When the moon angled low, I saw staircases unspool, dissolving as quickly as breath on a mirror. Crossing is not arrival. It is ache, bright as frost on bare skin. The scent lingers—earth and brine, time grinding itself thin. I will not tell you where the figure goes. Stand on the raw side of morning and listen; you might hear your own threshold opening.