Observations On Subversive Action As An Immigrant

How am I feeling at this moment? My body doesn't feel right. There seems to be something off, something uneven. This body that stretches the surface of the Earth, has been ripped apart, piece by piece. One slap on the wrist here and the mind wanders over there. Shall I blame myself for my discontentment or reject the gifts that were given to me?

‍

‍