This unending walk started in 2009, perhaps even earlier. But at least it was 2009 when I vividly remember questioning the words and the world around me. But I was too young, too immature by then. My experiences were limited to my small world of pain and lack of options and opportunities. Fifteen years later, fifteen years of experiences and life start meeting at an open conjecture.

I am starting a new series of essays on stubborn gaze. What does stubbornness mean? Where does it come from? What is a stubborn gaze? What does it have to do with our research and our ways of living in this colonized world?

I invite you to the first essay on stubborn gaze: WEARENOTDATA.