Photographing the tatters today and thinking why am I still here doing this again and what am I going to do with all these images? I suddenly thought of layered images that maybe showed the dissipation, the breaking down of cloth – that deep pool of memory.

I was in a situation that oft times I didn’t want to be in but felt I couldn’t extricate myself. I am terrified of finding myself in that again. How can i be sure, I’m not sure of anything.

Rituals are important Рreturning to this place every month has been something sure and intentioned, it is also evidential of change; showing me that nothing stays the same, everything changes.

The sky is so blue and the sun warm on my back.

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