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Right now, if I cup my hand to my face and breathe in, my mustache smells like crotch. But how did I get here?

I am a privileged immigrant from another hemisphere, a scorpio born during a spring thunderstorm. I grew up in a place of flat sticky fields, tobacco barns, and railroad tracks that cut through the world and divided it between black and white. I was neither. Now I live in a vortex of land, sea, cultures and clouds.

My ancestors exposed themselves to a life of isolation, anonymity and WORK so that I could be groomed into a glowing example of a breeding pie-grabber. But instead I ducked away, eating hand-to-mouth by reaching underneath, fingering and feeling for hidden cracks. And why is it that the further in I go, the bigger it gets?




"Strike a match for the farmer searching for some place to sow."
- John Dyer