មួយម៉ឺនអាល័យ

I just went to Venice. I feel many feelings, and I feel like I can't say my piece entirely. I guess that comes with the territory. But it's all I can think of right now to type. I needed my country(wo)men to be there but there were none and in terms of my actual citizenship there were just a few. I felt warmth from the Jogjakartans, as usual, who had a show many Venezian bridges away. I don't know who to relate to, I needed my peoples to be there, but there was none. Structural issues is to blame. It's enough to make anyone feel desperate. I walked around from one community to another. Shopping as it were.

I felt strongly attached to the Timor-Leste pavillion. Real life things. We're not here because people died, man. Families wiped out including mine. I am only scratching the surface of this all. I am proud of myself but I missed my dad. He would've shared his thoughts unfiltered. I would've loved hearing them. I watched a film the other day and everything seemed cool until they played a Sinn Sisamouth song. Our parents used to love that ish. I got chills. Something tugging at my heart.

មួយម៉ឺនអាល័យ Muoy Mern Alai, 10.000 sorrows. I wish to escape this fate but it is impossible.

I am grateful though, if anyone is reading.