Through writing, publishing, and communicating with the book, I found myself grounded in autobiographical and embodied modes of writing as a way of generating a different kind of public space, which I started calling “corporeal writing”. Corporeal writing doesn’t aim for established words or well-completed logics, rather, I show my shiver, tremble, the moments of rupture. It is a pile of scribbles from the times I sprung toward something that feels like a fresh, unripe plum. They deliver the taste of sour, and the beat of tension to readers, transferring the same rhythm to their bodies. I find my roots from my long absorption in l’écriture féminine, in the works of Duras, Ernaux, and Lispector, and my savoring of knowledge that flows and transfers between bodies.