You know English is not my language. Art is not my language. Writing comes and goes like the seasons and time. Nothing is permanent ? My dearest language that I mumble together is that of diversity, abundance, hypertext, web, and life. Caught between two languages, I might easily be silenced. However, I would like to demonstrate the capabilities of a polyglot, a nomadic subject whose spaces are not defined by origins, but rather by itineraries. In plotting this itinerary, I establishe a furtive relationship with language, neither here nor there.
