I’m sitting, I’m walking, because I like running. Origins unknown. I’m standing on my hands, I’m looking, touching. I’m moving my legs, my back, my elbows. I’m braiding, throwing, carrying, leaving. Cheerful looks, sunny smiles, clean clothes. I can’t feel anything except my own body. Sometimes a bear, a car, a dress. Dominika. For the time being this person does not exist.