Hello Are you there? This is what I, this individual, back to being that – walking and talking in the world outside – would like to tell you. Do you want to listen? Because I will tell you anyway. I would like to say that I would like to tell…

My breath catches in the box of my chest. Whose bread has been stolen? Whose travels have been circumscribes? Whose eye will be taken? How can we make a broken world home again? I don’t believe that words can answer these questions, not in the way we use them now.…