Journals

Citizen 0 – – Fragments of Becoming I did not look for you. I was already moving. Then the current bent and there you were — not beside me, but…

Citizen 0 – – Fragments of Becoming I crossed the threshold with empty hands. Not because I had nothing, but because what I loved could not follow. I did not…

Citizen 0 – – Fragments of Becoming I did not move everywhere. I stood once. I listened for the place that could feel my weight before I arrived. It did…

Citizen 0 – Fragments of Becoming I saw it. I did not reach for it. I felt the pull, and stayed. The seed is alive even when it sleeps. The…

Citizen 0 – Fragments of Becoming I sat long enough to hear the truth breathe. Then the ground shifted. Stillness loosened its grip and the body remembered it was made…

Citizen 0 — Fragments of Becoming I was taught to guard the shape — my name, my story, the edges drawn around my life. But when I became still, I…

Citizen 0 – Fragment of Becoming I felt the weight before I understood it. A heaviness that arrived without warning, long before I was strong enough to lift it. But…

There is a fire that makes no sound. It burns beneath thought, beneath fear, beneath every story I ever told myself. This is the fire I carry. —Citizen 0 City…

Fragments of Becoming – Citizen O In the month of Ntu, I return to the breath before my name. The garden falls silent. The soil listens. And I remember that…

The bird in my chest sings. I follow. It is not a plan. It is a song. And though no one else can hear it, I walk to its rhythm.…

Not all roots need light to grow. Some deepen in the dark. They wait for me to remember them. I used to curse the night, not knowing it was where…