‘I’ as a space for occurrence
This writing is resulting of the movement of a CatFish with red fins through my brain.
It is a CatFish growing up, there, in my mind. I call this writing that of someone inhabited by a CatFish because when the CatFish moves in between the cracks of my mind
its long narrow ‘moustaches’ pass through the tiny cracks of my mind very smoothly.
The moustaches touch what I have forgotten like the red door of our house, the image
of my mom’s eyes, sounds from where I am not anymore.
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