everything eventually comes up. the things I’ve tied to anchors and tried to forget. the anchors have crumbled into ashes floating through my solar system, waiting to be cleaned up, leaving the demons free to roam. now they’re taking over my body, I can feel them now. I am finally powerful enough to face them. my body is crying out for justice, for peace. here I go into my memory, into the truth, into corridors which have long since collected dust. here I go, time to truly heal…
the clay project
