Stranger


a stranger is taking off your clothes layer by layer, 
seating you in front of the mirror and tempting you 
to ask, "whose body am I wearing right now?" 
a stranger is quietly writing down your life story, reflecting 
on your birthdate, making up the story of the reason 
of your death - 
a stranger is quietly turning into yourself

(Sapardi Djoko Damono- Metamorphosis)


Stranger (Phnom Penh 2017)
soft pastel on art paper

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