FICTIONAL MINOR PEOPLE

I grew up near Vanuatu. You may think south-pacific you must hate the cold but I can't stand temperatures above 25 degrees. My diet growing up consisted largely of lobsters and crabs. Elegant! I've been described as opportunistic and a scavenger.

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4444, four moments of summoning parts of the alphabet. In alphabetical order: the letter A, the letter I, the letter M and the letters S. The combination of these letters connected to this particular person, in turn, summons personal particularities. A convergence of building-blocks: multimodal?

Caligula

Caligula is a four year old member of the third generation of octo-hybrids and a proud member of the Human Reeducation Committee for the 3rd block of Terra (formerly the human British Columbia, Washington, Oregon and California). They identify as a tentacular being made of of hundreds of personalities all answering to the name Caligula, and are very much interested in current developments in identity fracture as a means of resolving trauma in octo-hybrids with particular emphasis on rediscovering the emotions connected to the memories of birth and developmental cognition. They enjoy long walks on the beach, piña-coladas and crustacean salads.

Descendant of children of forgotten travelers, grown beneath the surface of past and future sea.

She is an alien being from Jupiter.
She wants to understand the world around her and discover more about those weird beings on the blue planet. For that she needs to work together with those so called humans.

I am torn from a warm place into chaos. The warm place is also part of the chaos, but within it I was not conscious of it. Now I am hungry and cold. I want to return to the warm place.

She has been told that if she was an animal she would be a bird, which she profoundly disagrees with - obviously, she would be a cat. She also wants to know what she smells like, which will forever haunt her because you can't smell yourself. Though for the past two years she's been wearing Tiffany & Co., so she can settle for knowing that she at least smells a bit like amber and vanilla.

She is born from stars
and the hollow black sky
as bright as the sun
and as mysterious as the night

Wouldn’t want to live without: (jazz) music, an audience to play for, a kitchen to cook in, friends to cook for, my family and things to dream of

Constructed by the relentless forces of history, Petra can be found at your local dark and dingy alley. Made of metal, she navigates urban landscapes giving love to the ostracised and fighting the root causes of crime. She is the first care-bot programmed to implement a harm reduction agenda on a regional level.

21. Sister, princess, fashion designer, ballet dancer. Friend, hacker, ice skater, physicist, designer. Graphic designer, economist, politician. Camp guide. Research-based graphic designer. All-in-one.

L (hen/hens) happens to happen as a person located——for the moment——in Brussels, interested in sonic cultures of many scales, & the varieties as well as tendencies that happen to crosscut them, without forgetting those dynamics that happen to happen outside them too.

Me, myself,
and I


I do: visually speaking, think (?)

Confused
to the core, ambiguously experiencing chaotic
harmony ; beauty ; banalities ; purity ;
actions ; observations ; sensuality
of colours ;
the human experience

big words


one plus one equals three

I am a pine tree and I love summers. Winters are rough because people dress me up without my consent and it’s hideous. In conclusion I’m a clown tree.

I am Asim.
I make music.
I am fictional.

Full-time plant mom 💁🏻‍♀️🌱, amateur knitter 🧶 and professional fermenter 🍻 with a passion for food 🍱, furniture 🪑 and nature 🐝🌊.

A short, but comprehensive biography:

Filippo Deorsola is the sum of following parts and more.
1m75
01/06/1997
Student number: 2199858
Birthplace coordinates: 50°83’66’’70 N 4°38’69”30 W

Social Number : FLPPDRSL23910382XXYZ9103902293829183

"I am a diet expert who loves eating cookies, because it helps me think while I am writing my cooking book. I don’t care about what other people think, they are delicious".

To explore Western and eastern culture, lifestyle and languages. Easy to adapt the new environment and challenges.Curious about the conceptual and sustainable issues. Keep my work place clean and organised while I am working.

"Andrés de la Cruz might be a really controversial personality to work with. Rushing between the spectrum of hyperactivity and tranquillity, he proposes several ways to look different at socio-psychological constructs, vitality and development. This innovative approach is both his blessing and his burden when facilitating people and projects. "

Short, condensed, okay, go. Think, type, tada
From my mind to on the screen. Condensed, ah shit, fictional, okay, re-
10 minutes existing in this exercise, actually there's 44 condensed fictional "we"

I come from the stardust in another galaxy, not so far from the one I currently inhabit. I long back to this place, but accept my path and mission in the region. Once a day, however, I travel back through the stars and skies, to visit my families from far.

I am Flavia, the nature’s whisperer. I carry with me a magic flute, which I play in the depts of the forest. The mellifluous notes that escape my flute do not only enchant the inhabitants of the forest - its flora & fauna, but its enemies too. The music translates as dissonance to the ears of arsonists, hunters, loggers, right-wing politicians- anyone that is seen as threat to the woods- and makes them abandon the forest forever, leaving the forest in its full glory.

A professional salsa dancer who enjoys eating broccoli and drinking wine. Furthermore, she collects Persian rugs and is currently on her period. Lastly, it is important to note that she hates ducks and loves fluffy socks.

A storyteller, currently traveling around the world and sharing experiences through my lens. When I stop by certain cities, I’m a part-time DJ. I’ve travelled to outer space and I own a dog.

A bon vivant who is spending her last years in nature, after having been the writer of a much awarded poetry collection. All her life, the lady has been chased by a certain mystique which several journalists have been trying to grasp, however it has not yet been discovered…

An Owl flaps its wings when the dusk has fallen, silently, resonates its cavity, the sound is heard. Desires to be an Albatross, effortlessly, a nomad over a bottomless ocean with a gaze over the endless dance of the weird fishes, becoming deep, less, lost. 

I smell of jasmine, palo-santo, bergamot, neroli, you, ylang-ylang, myrrh, this city, musk, oud, ash, vetiver and our home.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who used to say: I want to be a scientist and travel the world!
When the girl was grown up they told her she wasn't any good at maths and she would never travel the world as it is such a scary place for her.
She felt lost, who was she now?
So she grabbed a canvas, some colors and a brush and started to paint her own images, over and over to try and catch her essence.
Did she managed? we don't know, but she is out there in the world trying her best.