My body is my home. My body is my castle. My body is my space.

A train station is a transitional space, that only exists in a small period of time, when people pass from one space to another, arrive or depart, maybe stay for a moment, but then leave again. A train station is not a permanent home, it is the opposite.  It is determined by movement. It is a non-space. 

Shortly before coming out as non-binary, I experienced myself a moment of extrem body dysphoria. It felt like getting rid of some sort of skin that was covering me entirely. To me this shading was letting go of all the expectations that society had on my body, that I had on my body and changing into my true form. 

With this almost physical transition, I left a part of my old body behind.  Cis bodies also experience some sort of transition if you like, when getting older, when being in puperty, but they never change their form, they just modify. The one thing, that seems to be stable in my life, seemed to leave me. My body became a non-space.

To vizualise this experience, I have worked with Berlin based photographer Rebecca Vaszen, who captured me in different metro stations in Berlin. 

Find out more about Rebecca Vaszen on Instagram: @v___a___z 

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TRAN*sitio: A collaboration with photographer Rebecca Vaszen