privacy settings (2018)
mfa thesis exhibition
Privacy Settings is shouting aloud
everything you’ve kept to yourself for so long.
It’s remembering the sand between your toes,
but still feeling the grit in your teeth.
It’s every toss and turn
that feels like a looping procession of yesterdays
and more yesterdays.
It’s when you try to fix something
and it still doesn’t work
or you’ve made it worse.
So how do you pick up the pieces of what’s left
when your hands and your body feel like a sieve
that could never hold anything?
Could you allow yourself to let them go?