It's Ok I Wouldn't Remember Me Either
Returning to a place of trauma with promises of control, the illusion that memory can be mastered. Instead, the body remembers before the mind does. The cold creeps in. The dark lingers. Panic, familiar and cruel, reclaims you. This work is an encounter with that moment: the confrontation, the solitude, the unraveling. Here, the past is not a shadow but a presence. And you are alone with it.
