I’ve been contemplating my phone for some quite longe minutes. I kept reading your words over and over again, and I didn’t really know how to respond at first. What you describe about social media, about performing yourself, about feeling disconnected from what you actually create… it feels painfully precise. There is something very honest in the way you expose that tension between being an artist and being expected to constantly “show” it.

For what it’s worth, your work has always felt like the opposite of that performance to me. It’s something that allowed me to go deeper into myself, to stop trying so hard to become something, and instead start accepting who I already am, more fully. I’m in the middle of my twenties, and reading you right now is strangely comforting. It makes all of this uncertainty feel less isolating. There will always be people here to listen, to wait, and to be moved by what you make, even when it feels far away from the noise. 🖤