Please don’t float by this representation of someone’s pain. Please take a moment and reflect on what this means for humanity, how we need to change it.
Please. Just. Understand.
Or perhaps I don’t want you to. Perhaps your prolonged moment with this piece would only mean that you take advantage of a silent space to dwell on your own pain. Those skulls made of sugar and resin are not representative of you only by some grand cosmic stroke of luck. Maybe comprehending that would drive you mad in some curious way.
That’s what I’ll tell myself. That way, the next time I see one of you breeze by with your eyes flickering over art as though they were only moving images from a bus window, I can have a story. I can have a reason for why I feel sad that you didn’t hear someone else’s story.
Or maybe I’m just not hearing your story.