A woman, that I may claim myself to be, live only through the pages of my old passport; I've o home thus far, migratory, fleeing/fleeting like the Autumn leaves n : in time I begin to unravel, how temporary I am to this world a s s still I seek for something permanent, without a cisa v v , a space of belonging, a country of origin (...) -- Dollt y,22.11.18