Citizen 0 – – Fragment of Becoming
I did not fall.
I crossed.
What you call collapse
was a remembering.
At the edge,
there was no destruction —
only release
from the shape I had been holding.
Inside the dark,
there was no erasure.
Only compression
into what mattered.
Africa was never the past.
It was the womb.
What returns through the black hole
does not come back the same.
It comes back
necessary.
—Citizen 0
City of the Sun & Moon
Year 0 | Marimba 18 | Week 3