September 22, 1999: The existence of survival
I play by moving the pieces from side to side—a game of chess, made of constant waves. I am the pawn—a knight if I’m lucky. Part of the plan is to seize the queen, corner the king or rob from another player of this same game. Two steps up and one to the left—a secret is shared, help us to build it. One step ahead, my worth is what I wish to sacrifice—yet if properly played I’ll become anyone of the player pieces. Set in motion is the constant rush to reach the other side—that’s my job, my choice to play or get pulled from the game…the moment someone shouts, “Checkmate!”