A reflection on migration, uprooting and the uneasy beauty of surviving transformation.
This piece reflects my own experience as a migrant: a quiet disfigurement of the self.Torn from familiar soil, I was forced to move forward in an eternal search. The roots become memory — not anchors, but pain — and forward motion turns into a strange choreography of loss and persistence.
Even in movement, the past remains attached, dangling, raw, and unresolved.
It is a portrait of becoming other, and the uneasy beauty of surviving transformation.
