A Solitary Land

The one sitting here, with a huge swirl and a shorter than usual finger, is me. I am almost six years old and I usually sing in the street. I understand almost nothing of what happens around me but at last I know how to read and I am fascinated. There are letters everywhere and this is the constant that gives coherence to a universe a little more chaotic than expected. It is one of the few photos I could get after what my mother called the great hecatomb and I say... the beginning of my normal life.