Milda He​ Photography

 ‘After the revolt half the ovens remain. And we are carried to them together. I catch fire. Quickly. The first part of me rises in dense smoke that mingles with the smoke of others. Then, there are the bones, witch settle in ash and ease are swept up to be carry to the river. And last it’s of our dust that simply flow there in air around the working of the new group, these bits of dust are grey. We settle on their shoes and on their faces and in their lungs. And they became so used to us that soon they don’t cough and they don’t brush us away, at this point they just moving, breathing and moving, like anyone else, still alive in that place. Ant this is how the work continues.’