Processesing a Paramnesic Ache

Reshaped in the gaps between remembering and forgetting, fragile figures stand in for what was lost, their edges fraying like half-recalled moments.

Cardboard silhouettes replace my family, hollow forms holding the weight of an unsettled history. They linger between what was and what could have been, a reconstruction built on longing and revision.

I find myself yearning for an idealized fiction, a different present and a different future; one's that could not exist in unison with the past, with my own defining history. Memory folds in on itself, warping under the pressure of desire.