“For a long time, I didn’t know how to introduce myself. Am I a poet?

If, in the language of the mundane world, I can only be perceived through a fixed name, then I hope my original existence might be as enduring and indisputable as ocean waves—washing over all the piled-up nouns and seeping through the cracks of language.

It is like observing the roots of a small blade of grass: you can never truly point to where the roots end, or to the exact place where they separate from the soil. They exist as ripples stirred by being itself, extending beyond the limits of what we can see.”

— Another Forces