“Even the heaviest heart should fly.”
“He a had weird way about him. He was covered in sweat and you could smell the whiskey running through his veins. Still chasing the American dream that seemed to elude him all these years. But now his luck was turning and the chips were starting to roll his way.”
“Knowing this moment was quickly coming to an end, he desperately tried to cling to a future he knew deep down was not possible.”
“A prisioner trapped in his own mind, thoughts racing and spinning around his brain, unable to catch up. It goes on and on, night and day. Thoughts jumping from ear to ear, while he just hopes for a couple of seconds of quite.”
“Stuck in a city of his own mind always pleading to be seen, he is knocked to the pavement again. A struggle to get up and a struggle to stay that way.”
“We all have monsters, embrace them.”
The text of these pieces are from a traditional children’s hand clapping game from New England. Whenever it’s shown, women will start chanting the rhyme.
Peeling off wallpaper Remembered from childhood It was easy It fell away But we couldn’t find anymore When we finished We saw the pocked naked plaster underneath At our feet Were curls of paper A prayer