The Familiar Stranger
The shadow wore me better than I wore myself.
It understood the posture immediately.
Identity becomes fragmented between body and shadow. The shadow appears more authentic than the person.
The Daylight Mystery
The water was clear enough to reflect everything.
Except what I came there for.
The water reflects the world perfectly, but not the person, suggesting a sense of self that feels unclear or unreachable.
The Place Where I Looked Like Myself
I brought my own chair
because I never knew where I belonged.
Belonging never feels permanent.
The figure appears present, but never fully at home.
The Archive of Unused Selves
I was surrounded by labels.
None of them seemed to be mine.
The labels belong to everything
except the person sitting among them.
Lipstick, Lobster & Lens Flares 