Robert Doisneau

I can no longer do stress. So I do less.

Less work, calls, meetings.

Less fear, friends, frenemies. Just less.

Anorexia. Social anorexia. Social, emotional, sexual anorexia. I’m I anorexic?

I live with my parents. They fill my need for air, attention.

Alone. I’m not alone. For the first time ever, I feel home.

And so it is.

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