Tendrils
2022. Digital.
Much adorned that space. For a time I could paint a picture of it from memory, but now I remember only a handful of things. I recall the glossy ultramarine knobs I screwed into the secondhand dresser, which was a gorgeous find but jutted way out into the room. There was that series of three photographs I printed in black and white, the ones I looked at for assurance that it was all real. And the Pothos, nearly shrouding us from above. These were some of the things that almost protected me from all sides.
