Life is not made of a single path โ there are many. The stones we carry are what pave our way, our own. But it's inevitable that strange sensations, foreign senses of belonging, and situations that seem impossible take over. Inside my head, I need a flashlight โ a nearly deadly crow has taken hold of my mind. Could this be the consequence of a rupture? Should I listen more to my 'outtie'? How can I communicate with the beyond, beyond me?"
