To some degree, we are all just walking collections of moments, interactions, and people. However, if we are never truly ourselves, but gathered portions of the world, what does it mean to be unique? Our uniqueness must then be dependent upon what we collect, whether consciously or unconsciously. This blog will grapple with trying to understand what it means to be a collector- a collector of moments, a collector of trends- you name it. What does it mean to actively create an image?
no more of this wallowing. I am here to rejoice with the wicked wild women. Wombs unite Stretched into recycled yarn We are dancing to “your lips are red” We are physically whipping ourselves Let it loose ladies Let them out Wring yourselves out like loose juice We are the mothers of it all It is hilarious “your skin is so fair, it’s not fair” It’s hilarious Fuck, I’m pumped.