soon I’ll cross the world to find you again for another cycle, maybe another rebirth ready to drown in a deep ocean and be softly rescued by your multiple arms    

Every day in school follows a ritual: we wake up together, we share a meal, we participate in collective actions. There are no lessons, but experiences. There are no masters, but sensible guides. The official language is English, but you don’t need to know it thoroughly: communication is for gestures,…