"I shouldn’t be here. I should be at home. Should have a job that keeps the capitalist wheels oiled. Should sleep in a bed, pay rent, pay taxes, pay insurance, pay pension. I should get married, become a mother, run the household, get up in the morning and go to sleep at night. I should care for the garden, sweep leaves, wash my car. Wait for the weekend, count my holidays, spend summer swimming and winter skiing. I should always be available, predictable. But that’s not who I am. That’s who I will never be.
This is my life, my rebellion. A rebellion that belongs to me alone, that doesn’t hurt anyone."
Als blinde Passagierin mit dem Güterzug durch das Herz Amerikas
32 Bildseiten mit 64 Farbfotografien
ISBN Print 978-3-7423-0436-0
Zach, me, Noah and Sarawh
Richmond / Virginia, May 2017
Jack Norcross wrote a poem
New Orleans / Louisiana, June 2017