PlasticBattleArt

I am in the most densely packed area of my city, and I have never felt more alone in my life.

A week before I’d gotten a haircut. cut an inch and a half off, put in a fringe. Something superficial to try and remind myself that I was human.

as I walked out of the salon, new wind on the back of my neck. It was the lightest i'd felt in the weeks since I moved. Looking at myself in shop windows – reveling in my own vanity, I had the sudden realisation that nobody but me would know. There was nobody in my life close enough to me to notice.

I cried on the tram ride home

I think people feel loneliness a bit like a habit. It creeps up on you, no matter where you are. It’s a comfort, an indulgence sometimes. The familiar weight of oneself falling through open air.

But like all habits humored too frequently, it walks the line of addiction. I remember so clearly, looking at the sunrise over the skyscrapers and realising I’d forgotten the sound of my own voice.

I wanted to scream then, shout and cry and remind the world that I existed, that I was alive and here and I did not want to be consigned to oblivion.

Long time no art stuff so here’s what I think some different tma avatars might look like

Long time no art stuff so here’s what I think some different tma avatars might look like