Gaia Battistelli – Nel tentativo di confondermi

Where do I end and where does my opposite begin? I enclosed my identity in my name, Gaia. My name, which I repeat by writing it on thousands of seeds, becomes the pretext to blur into everything else. The name is freed from its effort to generate meaning. I left these seeds in a forest, but they were not eaten. I had the opportunity to reflect on what I was demanding from the Other, understanding that any chance I have of dispersing myself into the world depends solely on myself.