Disconnection, disjunction; layers of separation from a time I felt secure. I am still navigating the false binary between order and chaos. The embodiment of threads as hair, hair as threads. This QR code is a broken, disjointed way to reconnect to its other half. The idyllic past was poisoned from the start, and all we can do is attempt to rebuild connections lost. I lost so much from place to place, and person to person. I longed for a childhood place, only now realizing it was the people who made it home all along.
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Photo credit: Tryst Red