Our lives are expressed through words, through vocabularies that were handed over to us. Yet in our silent moments, we sit with a lingering yearning for worlds and words otherwise. So, we imagine. We create new imaginaries, spaces, and rules where perhaps humanity is more than a color or a belief system. Yet, as we try to express them, we stumble, because our tools for expressing the otherwise still heavily relies on the very same tools that alienate us.

I have a pile of worlds, and I think you do, too.

It is my hope that even amid the world falling apart right before our eyes that we still get to revisit our piles, and perhaps relive a life otherwise. Here is an invitation to The Pile.