8th Spaces

As an immigrant, wherever I go, I make a safe place for myself.
With the strings that are my roots, they are always with me and everyone comes with me.
This time I attach myself to the trees. Maybe I am a moving tree.
The main house can be nature, without borders. There is no border in nature. In this space I am
exchanging with myself and animals and trees at a time when no house is safe, maybe our refuge is
nature to reach ourselves.