I am curious about belonging, its various layers, that mark how we fit into the spaces of this world. Are we the way we claim ourselves, or the way that others claim us?
Think of the things that wrap us:
A species, yes, but a species with a certain color skin, of a certain culture, speaking a certain language, from a certain nation, in a certain land.
They are lines. They mean. They don’t mean. They were made. They stand. They crumble. They are.
How do we belong?
This is a collection of notes I have made while I explore this question.