| It feels like some human conditions are ever-changing but never going away, and the boundaries of our feelings about them get blurry. Impulsively, you want to draw a hard line between yourself and the menacing world. Trees cast playful shadows and sunlight gives hope—and it’s the simple things in those moments that make you feel alive.
Too easily still, patches of shadows transform into beaded cutouts, as if corroded by acid. Gate grills turn into prints, chains twine around earrings. The bindles of new home searchers lend their knots to be tied on leggings, dresses, and long sleeves and wart-like bags help carry the essentials to bring along. The cuts of ying-yang T-shirts, trousers, and skirts help find balance.
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