لقد أنصفتنِي اللغَة،  وأنا الآن أعشش في بطنِها وأبني بيوتًا وأؤثثهَا بما يخدُم ذوقي ، مزاجِي ومجَازي.

The boundless human thirst for eternity-to scatter oneself across multiple epochs, to inhabit divergent places at once, to love endlessly, and to morph into infinite identities-collapses against the unyielding wall of reality. Reality grants no such luxury, thus, we orchestrate our exile through narratives.
It is a subtle rebellion against a world far too narrow to hold us. Through these metaphors, we break the boundaries of flesh and bone, defying space-time without dissolving into nonexistence.