Jury of Vanished Tongues
Jury of Vanished Tongues
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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This one cut into the web of my palms. Salt in the woven line, river-worn and bitter. Each pass of pigment broke on the barrier—torn between yielding and gathering, like language half-remembered in waking breath. The line is boundary and tether. I traced it until my skin knew the difference between edge and crossing—callused, then numb. I dreamt in dialect and woke with foreign news in my throat. Layers veil and release—no territory, only the scent of wild garlic, the hush of vanished voices. Sometimes the archway barely answers to light, dissolving into the silk, as if diplomacy were a weather pattern—always shifting, decisions made in closed rooms, nothing settled. You may see only fracture and mist, but beneath—my ache flickers, opaline, the glimmer-memory of vanished seats, and the ache of what cannot be said. It costs me the comfort of certainty. It leaves only the hush, and the aftertaste of brine.