#Other

Inclusion of other in self is the mental art of opening a lover’s smartphone without permission and claiming the dreams within as your own. It dissolves the boundary of self, incorporating another’s thoughts and feelings like a new fashion accessory. By blurring identities, it navigates the thin line between intimacy and eeriness. Yet wearing someone else’s shoes rarely feels comfortable and often causes blisters. Thus, the fusion of self and other is both a testament to love and a self-erasing ritual called boundary collapse.

A stranger is one who abandons the comfort of familiar realms to seek footing in the territory of others. Viewed simultaneously with wonder and suspicion, this peripatetic figure transforms at will into an object of fascination or a scapegoat. Words of welcome prove as fragile as castles in the sand, only to be replaced by cries of exclusion at the slightest transgression, a paradox weighing heavy on a supposedly free soul. It is only by crossing cultural boundaries that the silent voyager glimpses the true contours of the self. As if to suggest that truth itself germinates only in the soil of the foreign.