You’ve probably seen it already but wanted to share. Sent it today for college, they asked 10 images.
After the huge pain, after the glorious revolution and bloody days what’s left is silence, rotten silence. Hours under the blankets, days under the covers. It’s a month of no faces, no inspiration, no movement. A disconnected year - trapped, hidden. Gravity of trying and not achieving. Ache of every single shift.
Looking back to the mirror and not being there. The memories are gone.