Unravel Me.

Courtesy of Sophie Wishart.

Is it so much to ask? Is it soooo much to ask that I could just crawl inside, just a little bit, just politely burrow into your ribcage and warm flesh like a fox preparing for a harsh winter? Or maybe that’s too gory for you, FINE! Maybe we could just phase our atoms together? Just a little bit? I think if we vibrate at just the right speed we could, no? Hmm. Maybe you eat me then? I could slither down your throat super easy; honestly you wouldn’t even notice me! Come on!! Do you even love me?

I believe that I maintain the right to be personally offended that I cannot merge with my boyfriend. This is what Unravel Me is about, the expression of my unmet desires. The constraints of tangibility truly plague my waking days. Holding hands is not enough, being in the same bed is not enough, lying on top of me with your full weight is nice, but not enough. I’m a complete greedy guts, and ungrateful too. I should be able to cry and gently scratch at the offensive skin that dares to stand between me and the ribs and flesh I deserve to be able to nestle within.

I would like to pretend Unravel Me is a visual love letter, and it is, but it is mostly a formal complaint.

Designed by Sophie Wishart