Domesticity: A Fictional Photo Essay (An Experiment)

A mix of chemicals is required to wake, bitter-granule reminders of some forgotten, formerly memorable sensation.

The day continues, each hour folding one into the next. You are told the work is important.
There is no way to organize your thoughts in a respectful manner.

You push through, but maybe there is an edge of resentment. A little piece that knows: the work is important –

but your heart won’t break if you go elsewhere.

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