My Rosen therapist says I show her pictures of myself as a horse. A horse who will/can be free, but whom again and again is tied up/in/around discourses. Personally, I often see myself as a rabbit. I am jumping from one place to another; curious at what’s under the next bush. But most of all I think of myself as a phenomenon of human and non-human materiality, who again and again apparently emerges as a woman, a mother, a teacher, a friend, a politician, an activist, and, and, and in spacetimematterings.