This picture was taken in Taiwan six years ago.
I was really lonely, then, felt really lonely, was really lonely. I didn’t know what to do about it.
I didn’t really know what the definition of a human being was. I think in this picture I was still terribly lost. I think the construction of a human being is complex:
There are so many ways to make a human. Out of their complex trauma, and maybe out of their self emerges a real sense of who they are, and it could take as long as twenty or thirty years before this happens.
We can act out from a place of hurt or a place of cold, ad that was where I acted out from for the first 29 years of my life, from 0 (I don’t remember, really) to 29.