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12 x 12 inches (30 × 30 cm)
Acrylic on Board, 2025
MN-039
I once asked a question from a place of incompleteness. I was lost and lonely. I was young and dumb. I was still cleansing myself of the poison of an adult world’s lies.
Born from desperation and clinging and seed was toxic. The game was fixed. We never had a chance.
We tried. We tried. We tried.
Without the manual to ourselves. Without the manual to each other. We made everything better for a day, and worse for a decade.
One of us lived. One of us died.
We both got out.
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12 x 12 inches (30 × 30 cm)
Acrylic on Board, 2025
MN-039
I once asked a question from a place of incompleteness. I was lost and lonely. I was young and dumb. I was still cleansing myself of the poison of an adult world’s lies.
Born from desperation and clinging and seed was toxic. The game was fixed. We never had a chance.
We tried. We tried. We tried.
Without the manual to ourselves. Without the manual to each other. We made everything better for a day, and worse for a decade.
One of us lived. One of us died.
We both got out.
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