Island life has been filled with the discovery of many promising events, encountering new articles and writings rendered relevant due to life’s emerging circumstances. Sometimes the gathered fruits of others' one's attracted to, turn out to be twisting a knot on its two ends, formed within one's own digestive patterns.
After sitting there for an hour, listening, participating or reading, there’s a realisation resonating in what’s embodied, that my experiences don't fit what has been shared and described, knowing deeply that I'm not the only one who sense these un-named misalignments.
I find cultural eligibility as a prerequisite for relating to the land as a fruit out of my reach. There is ample evidence that many face obstacles in establishing a relationship with land stripped of meaning making process, some are heard in the lyrics sung during China’s imposed lockdown in 2022. It would effectively reduce my actions of relating, to objectifying the land that is relatable to me, by living out my agencies as shadows, and simultaneously to be expanding the unreadability of the periphery.
