14 Jun 2022

My body my body my body my body my body my body it fills the mind, constant, feeling large and awful. I am glad I don’t have a daughter to pass this feeling onto or to see myself in. It could be unbearable. But we are working together, myself and the concept of me, to build my body again.

Dirty white pillars on a city street take up the right half of the frame, while in the distance the words “funeral home” line a sign.