“Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state. Freedom.” ThinkingStatesHomeHandsMy OwnStepsMorningAliveFeetCryHairArmsLonelySkinsWake UpLipsElusiveThighsI Am AliveForward Motion Author:Diriye Osman
“If dislocation is a permanent state, I want to try and explore the possibility of temporary impermanence. If dislocation is a tatty dress from the thrift store, perhaps the solution is not to cast it aside. If dislocation is a tatty dress, perhaps the only solution is to mend it, scent it and wear it until everything about it signifies newness, something close to the perpetual promise of a fresh start.” IfsWantTryingStatesPossibilityPromiseSolutionsDressesCastsStoresPermanentTemporaryPerpetualScentImpermanenceThriftFresh StartNewnessDislocation Author:Diriye Osman
