"In the winter of 2016, I lost my sense of love. I found myself on the silent flipside of years spent testing the boundaries and capacities of human intimacy, and in an Icarian turn of events, I wound up antagonized and alone. During this time, I was haunted by both past and present memories of love experienced, and maybe to preserve them, maybe just to keep myself busy in a time of crisis, I started to write them down alongside various visual expressions. ..."
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