About Me — Erika Dionisio

I am from the olives of my ancestors and the Dionysians who didn’t party as much as observe them, feast or famine, taking it all in.

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I am from the place of cave dwellers, the one who comes out to let the others know when the storm is coming, my senses alert, the dull ache of my head knowing the severity from the pressure of air, the tides, and the moon.

I am from underwater, with strong currents above, the rushing sound filling my ears. I am from safe places in white noise and water wombs, where the sound of my heart beating tells me I’m alive.

I am not so much a solid or too much in the body, but more a constant running of water, spitting ice cubes, to make matter.

I am from an era in which a parent-teacher cannot compete with all the stimuli designed for a nation of addicts, the digital religions that make cults of its followers can control the behavior of masses, my son, access to content I will never be able to control, algorithms a new language I had to learn, a name for the strings that move puppets I do not have the power to cut. I keep my flame near him, hoping he will find his way out of the darkness when the disconnect becomes too much, and the screen’s light cannot lead him out.