"How much of my fatigue is because of my ilnesses and how much of it is because we,

homo-sapiens, do not lay down during the day as other mammals do?

Is my body trying to compensate years of excessive work as a person

of a low income working class family?

Is my grief an emotional response to loss?

Loss of my cat-companion, loss of health,

loss of opportunities because of xenophobia or ableism?

How is my crip time always shifting?

All of this is a very narrow line of thoughts, perceptions and feelings?

Fuck Descartes?

Whenever my bodymind goes,

I carry my grief and my crip time with me.

It is undeniable and inevitable.

I have never been so open as I am now,

because my heart cracked,

there is no protection."

- extract from Anajara's written reflections during the research week