The world is falling apart.
Everything you loved has vanished into the noise.
People lie, objects betray, skin fades behind filters.
Here, only the weight remains.
300 gsm of heavy cotton.
A Xerox-like texture etched in black and white.
No seduction.
No lies.
Just the raw sensation of finally being held.
It is the archive of those who remain whole while everything else shatters.
The scar rather than the smile.
Loyalty rather than fashion.

I make what I was never given.