Like jagged pieces of cloth, rough-edged, different shapes, snips and cutaways. We are all different, some with sharp jags and zigzags all the way, some without corners with all-round edges, some just crumpled up like they need to be ironed. How do you make a patchwork? How do you sew together these different beautiful pieces? Aren’t they all unique and special?
Don’t cut that corner! Don’t iron the frills straight! Don’t straighten the edge when it’s supposed to be curved!
Changes are imminent and shaves, cuts, bruises and burns are souvenirs and trophies that get handed along the way. We are all here to create one big patchwork, we are all here to suffer, our uniqueness ironed into flatness, until one day we are uniform, until we are the same.


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