I am not a chess piece,
to be bandied about like paper towels,
napkins for messy hands
I am a person
I am a dream
There is no belonging, required or conceived
There are only reeds in rivers
I am the river and the reed.
I am no better than a tree,
and one day I will return there
to the place where the sweat of the gods take me.
— yiqi 18 june 2014 late morning