The notebook where I write is not mine
the bench on which I rest my knee
is not mine.
Nor the glass where I drink water
nor water
nor the music I listen to
nor the money I earn
and life
I owe it to my mother
which also owes it
I owe it to my father who owes everything
and I must pay for what will be mine, for a moment.
I must thank my creators and the universe
and yet with all the gratitude in the world
I will continue to owe it
The good thing about the sense of ownership
does not belong to me either.
Photographers: Justin Vogel
