The Biobeast

In 2015 at twenty-seven, I found myself depressed, in between jobs, and my plans just felt like impossible dreams. In the middle of this, the unthinkable happened, my mother who has been bravely battling cancer for the third time passed away in January 2016. Suddenly that was it, all this responsibility was on my shoulders, and I had to deal with it. My mother’s death was very surreal, it was as if this magical person was reduced to a document, and just a collection of stuff from cherished treasures to scribbles on a piece of paper, and now all that passes to others to keep, store or file.