The Anthropologist
The Witness Who Became The Record
I wrote the field notes. Then I became one.
I was the Anthropologist. Or I was before the words in my notebook started writing back. Before the lighthouse hummed my name. Before I realized that to study something is to volunteer to be studied in return. I thought detachment was protection. Now I know it was the invitation.
What I'm Into: field notes, crawling brightness, echoes in the walls, alien syntax, slow transformations
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