chapter 09 open sores

She couldn't sensibly convey the series of events that led her to this place. At some point we stop noticing the filth and the noises, our place in the world, our place within ourself. The stagnation of self-image through the filter of hyper criticality and a perpetually narrowing field of view fuelled a depression that left her vulnerable to herself and the world she had carefully avoided. All forward defence and no flanks. It was too late to seek help for herself, and she may be watching the same with him.

Even if you trade recklessness for calculation, through cautious independence, we close our own doors. She is the four.

Model: Kat Weaver

chapter 10 the city

The collection of motel and hotel doors once seemed like a badge of honour. The transience, the freedom, the power over pleasure. That is until a line was crossed. Whether psychosis or hyper acute physical perception, eventually we cross a threshold, pass through a door that shatters the mirrors and burns the curtains of temporal pleasure, and exposes the menagerie of players that have accumulated our pain. It is easier to just not think about the root of our actions or inactions, else we may be swayed to believe our empowerment is in fact manipulation.

No matter what strength to bear we may possess, exhaustion is a brute force, and it is not afraid to push you through the wrong door. She is the four.

Model: Rachel Weichbrodt

chapter 11 portals

She had a good heart, compassionate, loving, fun. Wrong place wrong time is too dismissive and the wrong crowd is an elusive concept from the inside. The sincerity of her plea was hard to discount, the reality of all our implications against the loving optimist is hard to swallow. The horror of the poison coursing through her veins was made only more piercing by the beauty she vacated. There is little protection these days for the daydreamer.

If you forget to check the mechanism, sometimes the door locks behind you. She is the four.

Model: Vanessa Voorhees
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chapter 12 open the door [part 1]

She was always content with her place, quietly content organising her existence and relations with a caring consistency. It was increasingly difficult to hold judgement on herself and accept the reality of a non-linear and dynamic existence that had dealt her such trauma. It was a sick twist of her nature that brought her to the noise.

An indictment of our species, it took little effort to arrange a proxy. Regardless of the veneer, some doors are rotten to the core. She is the four.

Model: sZ