Some thoughts (visuals/music/poem) about identity, made for vari*’s first issue.

(2021:) For a while now, I’ve been dealing with a certain state of ego death, if you will. This uncertainty of who I am felt like a major problem, until quite recently I let go of seeking answers and thus started finding beauty in the nothingness.

Is anything really ”ours”, anyway?

If you ask me about the meaning of life, I have no idea. But if you ask me where we come from, I’d say we come from love – the purest moments in my life have always revolved around it. And even love doesn’t always feel good, as nothing should.