| Abstract [eng] |
In me there is invisible supplement – alienation, barbarism. I have not fit, I already cannot fit inside, I am not consistent and coherent. And I am not “just me”, but it still hides in me and the undefined other. I cannot be different, because then I am not myself. I did not keep it because my presence is becoming, change, change. In becoming confident, collecting, I find myself discovering something strange. But whenever I am an alien strangeness, there is a cross to overcome all this. |
