the archives
the in-between of last time and now
I have too many pictures and too many feelings and inadequate words to express them
reverse spaghettification from the black hole that was 2020
If you’ve ever tried to re-ravel a skein of yarn that’s been on the lam since 2015 in your Bag of Craft Supplies, you’ll know how impossible it can be to untangle the gordian knot of fibers enmeshed in every possible nook. Trying to pull a cohesive narrative from the black hole of 2020 is the same; desperately attempting to wrap a spaghettified self into a nice neat ball will defy all laws of physics & logic. Rather, let it remain a free noodle.