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- Medium
- Photographic series with text
Ever since I was a child I have been afraid of being stranded. In a city, in a house, in someone. Unable to act, unable to resist, forced, stuck. Besieged, surrounded, closed in. Now I feel that grip everywhere in my life, down to the bone. In moments like these I can't just take my coat and leave. I want to fight and win, and every time I lose I isolate myself and drown in melancholy. I have only just learned that I am not a superhero and cannot win every time. Sometimes you have to admit defeat, say no from the start and walk away. It is time to make peace with myself. I am walking away from the old me. I am closing this account here.
I made this work as a dedication to the relationship I could not leave, the job I could not quit despite being mobbed, the engineering degree I studied for four years and felt it would be an insult to myself to drop, the family I could not agree with yet tried so hard to be understood by, and the country I could not change. Some things I cannot change. I will never stop trying, fighting, throwing stones, but I have come to see that a wise person does not fight to the last drop of blood and die. A wise person walks away when the time comes.
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