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Immortalising Our Words.


We want to preserve as much as we can, we want to leave behind a legacy; to be remembered. It’s why we carve our names into stone, write our names in the sand.

We’re afraid of being forgotten; we want to exist forever. When we write words, a little bit of our soul seeps into them. The ink dries and our souls live on in each letter. We become immortal; those words will forever belong to us.
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99 Red Balloons.


The children ran around twisting red ribbons attached to balloons, entangling them with each other, swapping them and creating patterns.

They eventually let the balloons go, hesitantly, with their palms still attached to the ribbons.

Fear swept their faces and they reached the air to bring them back; it was too late, they were alone now.

They watched the heavens steal the balloons, found themselves with the remnants of ribbon as a bandage for their wounds.
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What Insomnia Feels Like.


In one of the beginning scenes of Fight Club, the protagonist says ‘when you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep and you’re never really awake. With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.’ This is a perfect representation of what insomnia feels like.
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Inhaling Through Social Media.


It’s strange. Social media was once a form of communication, a means of interacting with people and rekindling lost friendships. They have now become networks to preserve and document our lives, to validate our existence to others. We have not only lost the essence of survival, but we are becoming reliant on social media to be our source of advocacy and nourishment.

With check-ins and updates. Relationship statuses and photographs. We are creating a stalkers haven in an attempt to authenticate our existence by detailing occasions.
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