Lyrrra's Space
I often don't know how to define myself. At many moments, expression doesn't seem entirely allowed. Is it like this for everyone? We are all trying to be normal, to be composed— yet within that composure, I feel a sense of displacement, of fracture. Those things that are called "design"— to me, they feel more like imitation, like repeated attempts to move closer to what is considered "right." But "rightness" itself feels empty. It is complete, yet it does not belong to me. Perhaps what I need now is to step away from what is "right," and move toward what has not yet been named— the chaotic, the unstable, the difficult to explain. Somewhere within that space, a form of expression that truly belongs to me might begin to emerge.
To think is to resist. To design is to respond.
