*how could a small body with no place for a wound have left so many scars? The voice would not come out, so it bent inwards. Different images that cannot be seen in real life dance freely in the head: he grew up not loved, so it had to be that way - the time when it was only justified. Growing up practising self-doubt because everyone was wrong at that time. Being perfect on the outside but shutting down on the inside. It's difficult to peel away overnight, but the long winter nights of that year were cold and hard enough to break free. A record of the images that led to it standing alone, on its own two firm, furry feet.*
<Movement under and over water>
<An Infinity goggle or an infinite skate ramp>
<Meanwhile in my stomach>
<Cut scratch>
<Crying like an eyeball bulb>
<Two different treats>
<The standing seed>
<Father>
<Mother>
<Cleaning Maschine>
<Self-lightening system>
<An empty stadium and pebbles around it>
<Bird working satellite>
<Bombing self>
<A flight reservation made on a train - parallel mobility>