Exilogue

EXILOGUE is a large black elephant that cannot be seen in a dark room. The eyes don't see it, but you know it's there.

Who are we, if not people who have gone through a rupture of identity and found ourselves between cultures, between languages, between the former and the new self?

Who are we, if not our fear of being cast out to the margins of life — a fear so sticky and unconscious that it's exactly what makes us look away from the homeless asking for alms?

Who are we, if not the victims of erasures and deletions from bulletin boards, promotion candidate lists, questionnaires, databases, and social systems?

Who are we, if not carriers of the all-encompassing absurd that happens to us and to millions like us, every single day?

We are all voices after the exodus, when the only thing that remains is us and, perhaps, a black elephant...

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