I am a voice.
You are, too.
We live within voices.
Life unfolds through voice.
When I was four,
It jumped out.
The voice is me.
See that?
It’s flying.
Bigger than the room.
In my picture book, voices!
With the voices, pictures move.
When I sleep,
I can see everyone’s voice.
At four years old, I was an alumnus of creating play.
An alumnus is a seed—
sown, nurtured through care,
and cultivated by self-agency.
I have recreated my picture diary as an animation.
A diary my mother wrote more than fifty years ago—
has now been unearthed and stands as evidence.
My wish is simple:
to make the invisible visible,
to make the future tangible,
and to engage with it—together.