It’s a machinima by Kristine.
My friend Aola showed me a poetry she wrote about Second Life Rag dolls; it was really impressive for me, so that I asked her permission to stole and corrupt her nice work; after it, Kristine remembered me her short video… Then I wrote this post.
As a rag doll I go
across my second life,
a soft puppet made with threadbare rags
an old stuff built with pieces of cloth
If I’m here
that’s because life broke me like it did
to you too
I’ve my Love and my faith
I am blessed and lucky and I …
I was lucky till now … and thus why
do I need something else?
As rag dolls all we go
across each life we have,
like soft weak, fragile puppet that are
really unable to stand up alone
We are here
because we look for what
each of us cannot gain without help…
What is it? Our way, our peace.
SL, Elven Forest, April, 1st 2021