“There are strangers running in my veins” questions the fragile frontier between autobiography and fiction, and creates a space where each voice re-composes a genealogy. Identity is in search of itself, lost and found again, deconstructed.
“unlimited inventions of the self follow one another and remember each other, in a world at the same time collapsing and renewed. a multitude of itineraries united, separated…”
This piece on genealogy includes: