Foreverware:

01.01.1974, 23:00: ‘Plastic Nostalgia’

The air has thickened and it’s heavy. It used to be fresh, but as the container has warmed, it smells musky and moisture drops are beginning to form on my skin. The air feels like it’s inhaling and exhaling, moving as I move.

The paint reacts a bit differently - luminous and swollen. It’s almost breathing along with the box. I smear a streak across my palm and it’s like dragging my hand through liquid memory. I think this ritual started as vanity, but now it feels like worship. I am offering myself up - but to whom ?