“Migration is the story of my body”
“Every butterfly in the world has migrated to my stomach.”
“My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.”
“if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow”
“Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?”
“The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.”