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  • I have stepped into and keep on stepping. One long steady wobbling walk to a precarious future. Place where I realized that I can be a woman and can be strong, or as a friends said - maybe be strong if not stronger because I am a woman. With scratches and scabs distributed evenly, pathways etched and patterns formed I have been becoming, without even wanting. The face has been changing, the skin stretching, heart pumping in variations of highs and lows while noticing the evenly distributed marks of time on any surface. Do my organs know they belong to me? Or am I not aware that I belong to them?

    Seemingly I have been living in a big iced landscape undergoing deep change. Ozone layer breaking apart causing it all to melt while opening new trade routes, and who gives a fuck about the environment as long as we can ship plastic shoes and useless toys across the ocean and keep our stocks pumping. Growing, growth of grossness, gross grammar and games, gates to grim and darkness. Expansion to infinity is a mare dream, a nightmare to be precise. And me, alongside of you, but never talking - just walking, fast, forward, looking down or at my screen, rushing and catching breath, slipping and being late. Walking on the ice.

    Until now - when I realized there is a garden growing in me. In all colors - blooming and shining irrevocable light, reflecting and refracting tones of photons. No more am I in the middle of this cold and frightening big white space, but I am now slowly moving through a warm and brown piles of small send, cacti and sagebrush, rocks in formation, gates to beauty and beyond. With my garden within I am walking the dessert. Taking my shirt off and knowing why I am here. To discover the next landscape that I will step in - steady and strong.

    *music track by a good friends Khaled. S called "Spetri"
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