Even throats that have been sliced,
should be silenced and die twice.

Too late for apologies, cause we ourselves were never there,
but don't you dare to touch the golden age, that is our welfare

Turning science into fiction
we then no longer believe,
go ahead, don't look back,
there's no need for grief


Our submission explores the (dis)ability to imagine a shared future when we cannot agree on our past and present -