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Anxious whispers of estranged love, haunting the cornfields. She longs for home, not knowing where home is.
2024.09.20
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Made from data gathered during 1917 days with the Android application “Daylio”. Generated with Processing 4. Post-processing with Krita.
2023.05.18
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Invaded, I protest in a mumble. Your heart, deaf to my defensive sighs, walks all over mine. No universe was born of their colliding.
2024.09.13
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Behind a shade of blood orange and electric teal, a life of blacks and whites. They know not what they miss, yet they dance around it.
2024.09.06
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I wasn't a human then. Under the salty crust, I was a mere statue. Embalmed, armoured, head to toe. Human I had forgotten to be.
2024.09.06
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Down Memory Lane, between the Bittersweet candy shop and the Nostalgia Monument, there is a curious yellow door ignored by all. Behind this door? The Lost and Found office of emotional baggage.
2024.09.03
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Your heavy heads are filled with sand. Your hearts, broken open, know that in the desert, you are kings.
2024.09.01