a commentary of what it feels like trying to connect in an intangible space where there are so many options to choose from. the more time I spend online, the more I realize how unoriginal I can be or perhaps that I just am, how many faces are here to decide from, how many voices wanting to be heard. I used to want my work to make me "special." but I realize now that nothing is all the special that pertains to the body, and perhaps it never was my form. I don't say this to garner pity or to be told otherwise, but rather the reflection of introspection demonstrates to me, that I must continue on for internal myself, what better motivation to do what you please, especially if you believe no one to be watching or interested in what the exterior holds as it fades. so the doll remains.
I always feel so hesitant to post myself clothes?? sorry??
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