Not really...

... am I — neither nobody, nor someone — I just am, I exist, I float like fluff on the silky whispering breeze.

Light carved out of darkness, darkness carved into the darkest of darkness.
My pains dance out their discomfort on the lines of ink, my fears rest into the smears of ocher, my sorrow rises with the charcoal's dust, vanishing in smoky clouds...

I was once someone — at least, I hope — someone's mother, daughter, lover... student, teacher, guardian. And I still partly am. But who knows? Who thinks about that? Does it matter? Can I exist without leaving a trace? Not really....
– Noémi Farkas, 2022