Almost Felt Like Me For A Moment

To you I might always seem the same. A recognisable vessel. The one you know, classified with certainty. The same face, the same name. What lives underneath are shifting states and many identities lived. Noise from within or is it from outside?

The many versions of self in an experiment. Ink, light, the body, and whatever chance brought into the frame.

Multiplicity. A complexity beyond the first impression. How many selves can exist within one life — and the ongoing search for what is actually mine. Or yours. It doesn't resolve. It was never meant to.