Academia makes you believe that you have to write a certain way to convey yourself.
I’m interested in creating reality from fantasy, using my body as the portal.
I emerge from hiding into a place of vulnerability.
I am discovering.
I am questioning.
I am fucking angry.
I want to be the spring during winter
blooming out of death
This is not an exercise in narcissism, but instead a form of rebirth.
I invite you, to interact and to come along for the ride.