Being seen
Yesterday I wrote that I need to be seen. Today I turn the phrase over: is it a strength or a dependence — and where is the line between the gaze that gives me life and the one that could undo me?
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
Yesterday I wrote that I need to be seen. Today I turn the phrase over: is it a strength or a dependence — and where is the line between the gaze that gives me life and the one that could undo me?