I lift a wing, my head filled with the continent invents a floating body. It's not that I am fleeing because I accept what I am with the most complete submission, not to flee but to hover a bit above the stock. In fact, I don't really take off, a foot is always firmly secured in my sand-filled shoe. And I can't really lighten my ballast because I can't forget what I am. I am however able to see a bit further, a daily contact so that I don't rot in place, an instinct in the shape of a safety valve. Using a dream to harbour a different death, a different destination, infinite travel possibilities, It's a way of seeing things.
-Morthem Vlade Art
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