Perhaps I have been thinking too much about a new project,which
is about resistance against the compelling conviction that I am not
allowed to stay. I dreamt of light. That a person I once loved wanted me
to catch it and if I refused I would be killed. I managed to escape
before the walls closed in and began hastily throwing my suitcases into
the minivan. But there was no room for me. And so I ran to catch the
train. Of course, when I arrived it politely passed by without me: Excuse me, miss. I resigned myself to die.