Jaffna badlands, though the lines that frame the earth do not exist. In a commotion they are crossed, by feet, by float, by flight. We move in packs, hyenas across the desert. unfazed just gazed on stability. Dust are just remnants of unfulfilled dreams. Eon’s of agony keeps us up at night. Yet as our paws meet the dirt, we are bound to alien wisdom, our blood connected to the roots that run below us.