cip today was real meaningful.

it was a tour cum workshop cum performance for some kids, only these kids were special.
they are in a home for kids who were previously abused, or have single parents who cant' afford to raise them. they are also protected, which means that their picture cannot be taken in order to protect themselves. it's like erasing your identity, disappearing off the face of the earth.

what's it like, to "never exist again"? to have no identity?

nowadays, camwhoring goes on practically all the time.
to preserve a memory, an experience, we just take out our cameras and snap.

what's it like to not be able to do that?

just think: if my dad had laid a hand on me, i could be there.
if my mom didn't have a job, i could be there.
if i had more siblings, i could be there.

these kids were as young as THREE.

they can't even tell you the entire times table, yet the emotional battering they have taken far exceed what we will ever feel. some women never recover from Battered Women's Syndrome, yet, when i look at these kids, you can never tell of their past.

they are strong.

and for that, i admire them.