
i do not pre-conceptualize. my pieces are stream of [un]consciousness mementos, from my void to yours.
i’m such a me. everyday, i fall into the abyss of me. me is a selfishness i love. do you understand that’s divine? i am uncovering me as we speak. are you tired of me saying ‘me’? i love you & i don’t give a damn. how can i hold my lungs & not weep rivers of me?