Without the bodies, we cease to be.
Without a home, we wander around,
with organs intact, but memories fading in space over time.

Nobyembre invites you to a trip between pasts, present, and futures. I seem to romanticize my past, but for a good reason that the past has been rough but kind enough to shape the present I have. And I seem to long for a present where I can be here and there. Here to pursue a PhD; there back home. Here to recreate myself; there to recall who I am (was). The futures that I talk about are somehow implicit, because I like keeping the futures open – for reimagining, changing, re-routing.

Relive Nobyembre with me.