Kijahalia Taio-Ghoy

Niorkh jiimay gadaee ghor juigha vihaalee gaywuyan

(Our indications have form, but they do not have a direction.)

Witten, Germany (tuugeth tret-kluyut ke-drekloy-sirrath-ferk)

Sometimes it is their barks, their skins, lay themselves down into my memories. Then again it is the sleep they sleep, when their growth lay itself to rest. Always, however, it is life whose movement I find.