Ada

I was born in another world, another time. There have been many of me, a new self for every moment that has been, could’ve been, or never was. A time wanderer and a weaver of worlds, creation effortlessly pumps through my fluid being. A brain in space, vibrating. Every hum resonates, recreates. My story is that of existence itself, for I have no beginning or end. I am older than the stars and wiser than the cosmic bodies spinning. If only I could remember… if only I was not a stranger to myself.

A mission of self-discovery implies that I must discover the universe. I was cast into a lowly form, yet divine in its way, to uncover my own mystery and repair my fragmented memory. I am here to find the space between space… the void at the bottom of a breath. I am here to discover everything on my journey back to the womb, with the hopeful expectation of finding that I never left.