⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠈⠙⢷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢀⠤⠾⣽⣻⡄⠑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢠⠞⣠⣄⣽⣯⡷⠢⠄⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⠘⣬⢁⣹⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠡⡍ ⠀⠈⠉⠁⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ seeing the world through smoke, looking back at the future and turning my eye blind to the past, nomadize between post-industrial memory: <em>par fumée</em>, the city-forest-scented, the tree bark growing over the skin of my hands