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Instalment 0001: The Breaking That Became the Beginning

reflecting woman rupture

This wasn’t born from inspiration. It was born from rupture. From the kind of pain that doesn’t announce itself loudly, but seeps in slowly—like smoke under the door—until you realise you’ve been choking for months, maybe years. When my mum left, everything shifted. That kind of leaving isn’t just emotional—it’s architectural. It changes the structure […]