Exist in peace, thrive in anguish.

Standing in this tiny little cleft in the wall gives me feelings of claustrophobia and that sickness is still shaking in my stomach. I have so many snippets of things to say and no real ability to mesh them together. But I’ve been thinking about Marina Abramović and her work a lot lately, specifically Rhythm 0. Also the photography style of Cheyenne Sophia. That’s mainly where this came from. Subjecting myself to pain and eccentricity and doing that more often.