And I’m turning it over, in my mind. The lesson I learnt in the aftershock of my departure as it turned into arrival, and relearnt more viciously every year since: I was different.

This ruling since then carved in my teeth. Inscribed in the space between my body and my skin, which had been taken from me and become something else.

PRESS HERE TO EXIT THE KÁRMÁN LINE KEEP PRESSING UNTIL YOU NO LONGER FEEL YOUR LAND'S WARMTH

How to be someone else: