28/08/2020
Listen to the reading of โญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ from my artist book ๐พ๐ค๐ฃ๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐ โจ
This is the first poem I wrote for this collection, I wrote it on the day I turned 25. I was engulfed with fear and anxiety of unnerving uncertainty. It was supposed to be the beginning of my life. I was preparing for a flight to Prague and a workshop in Latvia, while holding back tears as my partner packs to move to Berlin.
Some say it is quarter-life crisis, but how is 25 a quarter when all my life I was preparing to die at 30? Things have changed since then, but I still think about that night when I rode my bike in 40 degree heat at night to Kite Beach, tasting saltwater on my mouth, unsure if it were tears or sweat.
This poem is for you, for me, for people we know, who whisper their wishes to the wind, hoping it will arrive at the shore, be taken by the waves and reach the end of the universe.
I love you. Keep swimming.
