What would happen if autobiography mutated into symbiography?
SHARED BY CRISTINA DELGADO VINTIMILLA
What would happen if autobiography mutated into symbiography? Can symbiography be a common world’s methodology? My heart-father, Enrico, and my mother had a love-calling-encoded whistle that no one else could use it but them. My mother taught my children this love-encoded whistle. Sara, my daughter, whistles away. She gives it as a gift given outside any logic of exchange or communication. She spreads it around; she gives it back to those from whom we learn it. She whistles as she walks alongside birds that we encounter in this massive colonial and concrete made, enchanting city. I see her walking. She walks that kind of walk that symbiotic human-bird generosity allows. What could symbiography recuperate and/or re-story from the depths of our decomposing memory? What kind of recuperation would this be? On what kind of cooperation and made (in)visible reliances could we poetize our biographies?
Cover photo by Avelina Crespo-Contemporary Ecuadorian artist.
