thesis

There are spaces whose main quality is that they don’t appear to be real. Some of them seem to linger on the edge of reality: they may look too simple or too perfect or even too familiar. Or they look slightly imperfect, with some crucial details missing, almost disappearing before your eyes, like a faded image. Others seem to escape reality in the

A physical space keeps existing when empty, with nobody watching it, but it’s not truly mine as long as I’m not there. It belongs to the latest version of me that inhabited it. And I used to feel this as a terrible loss. I’m becoming a guest in my own former home, while still tightly clenching the keys to my chest.

Wherever I go, I crave the intimac

First thing I notice: yawning. My body needs a break. Sometimes we yawn not because we’re tired, but because the brain is slightly depleted of oxygen. And the yawn forces it back into the system. It’s also a signal for the body to relax. To live in the here and now. But although my body felt relaxed, in slow motion, my mind was still racing. I am d