Art Histories #8
I'd been climbing the mountain for so long it didn't occur to me there was a summit to reach.
In 2001, I stepped right off the edge.
For a long time I never knew who I was going to be when I woke up each morning.
I made my home and my home made me better.
Tectonics of flesh and psyche ripple and rebuild from the inside out.
The fear of falling stains every dream I have.