I am nobody. I cannot be a pair because my owl self is fragmented. I wonder sometimes whether there is a specific place in time where it all went wrong. But I can’t find the point. Is it too grand to say that I am the product of colonization? I haven’t had a true place in the world. I am the raceless inhabitant. Not close enough to anything to speak out.

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