camm aven [English translation]

In my scattered memories of the womb, only the colors of the deep sea are floating in my field of vision.

Could it be false? My voice withers.

What doesn't change is that it’s my fault, strike me on the cheek. Do you want to smile? In that case, live, and blame god.

I’ll kill you!

My desire to become a fish doesn't come true. It’s tied by plastic chains.

“Is this happiness?”

Don’t touch me, your hands can no longer bear it. Vomiting frightens me.

Strike me on the cheek.

Don’t touch me, your hands can no longer bear it. Don’t signal that frightening person on the loose!

The only thing that doesn't change is inside me, strike me on the cheek. You want to smile! Because of that, let’s blame god.

The two of us, in those memories.