bod [包家巷]

bod [包家巷]

Dear Diary,

2021 / Digital Music Video / 18 min

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Dear Diary, Are you still there?
I know this comes too late
Just for today with clipped wings I could not leave the place of families born
Given the appropriate permissions to nest for my eggs
Only offered seed of quality beyond my expectations
And a place to rest as my feathers fell for now
I could sleep if not for the allure of being amongst others like me
After the fall of empires their theatrical replacements built only small houses
The story I was told was always the same
Nativity through time, then assimilation through war
I had stopped asking what happened prior
When I did, only the moon would answer with a forced impunity
It was difficult to believe that a place would look any different
The story I was told was always the same
After the fall of empires
Thousands of years before or after
the sun remained unchanging
Memories of her children semi-legibly etched into stones
13 of them, I think
Buried beneath extant roots that I watched others water
only the moon would answer with a forced impunity
It was difficult to believe that a place would look any different
The story I was told was always the same

Only the loved will be rewarded for loving themselves
The beautiful applauded for seeing themselves clearly

Maybe in the dark
I’ll be heard
Not seen from this prison
Nor its liberating mechanisms
Under this red earth
I am almost free