Safety is a lie. I’m floating in space with no tether. I’m underground and existence is pointless until I find the right roots to the right plant. It’s hard to breathe here. It’s hard to see here. I just keep living, but I don’t know what for. I make movies. Movies in my head. I plan everything. Every step. Every word. Mostly I plan to avoid. Avoidance is the only way to live like this. You never told me who my father was. You never told me where I got half of me. I’ll always be half lost. Half here. Half real.
