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restraint as kin and constraint as embassy #1

Anchored in place, but not any place, I see through the foxgloves (lus nam ban-sìth, plants of the fairies) the past embodied in traces, of what has been felled and what was burnt, and because we are both full / of durational relations, our existence escapes description.

Shen Xin
Shen Xin
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four eggs on top of a straw filled nest box in an interior of sunlit chicken coop
eggs by Ialtag (bat) & Mathan (bear) © AX Archive

In thinking about anchoring in locality which had been the guide for our own migratory movements and configures morality and values, I leaned into the understanding process of what feels both familiar and anew. This is a gentle start of vocalising what speaks from being in place, and only through which, albeit with a touch of ghostly manners, that culture and nation can come to exist.