Snapping out of sleep I dazedly look around. I am in my childhood home. I can almost hear 'finish your homework!' coming from down the hall in that characteristic shrill tone. We had move across town after it was decided that the highway would replace our neighborhood. And yet, as I come to my senses I am panged with remorse for those things which I will never again experience. If I could have foreseen this moment, I would have tried to take with me every last brick. But even then, I would just be grasping at straws.

The words from that momentous notice draped heavily over me, weighting me in place. The net of fate had been cast upon me, but I had been blind to its effects. Ironically,

I now wear this suit as comfortably as anything from before. Unless I think back, I do not often inhabit this thought space. I had thought nothing of the things I now longed for. All the "junk" that I had so carelessly tossed aside.

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A PILE OF JUNK, 2021, Performance/installation, Print (size varies) Fabric: polyester-cotton blend, polyester net.

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