you don’t have to be a detective to reassemble these lines. 

you just need time. 

or patience. 

or both.

these are some notes that i wrote to myself starting from 2020 in a google drive document, to keep track of life. they weren’t initially meant to be public but here they are, deprived of their subjectivity, cut out feelings.

it seems that the line between the private and the public is getting thinner and thinner, and right now it’s about as thin as 3.7 cm.

[2023, exhibited within Back to Where It All Began exhibition, curated by Tevz Logar, @Gaep Gallery]