Where are you going, Little Boy ?
A woman recounts memories of her existence in a land
desolated by an atomic disaster, questioning the power
struggle inherent to territorial demarcation.
I had a house with walls and windows
But where it stood, I can’t remember
how the mortar came undone,
how it flaked and turned to dust.
And as our time became inversed I fled
towards another land.
Created during an artist's residency with Artelozera, La Lanterne / Mende