This is the first in an ongoing series I’m currently developing, exploring themes of struggle, isolation, and perspective.

Some falls happen fast, others feel like they never end. This piece represents a moment caught in between—where you know you’ve fallen, but you’re not sure if you’re ever climbing back up, whether it’s a place of retreat or something harder to escape.

That's not me, I go where I please.
I walk through walls, and I float down the Liffey.