De_Self
There is a moment
when even your name feels foreign.
And you no longer try to hold
what keeps slipping.

You sit with the weight
of everything you once were—
and no longer are.
No applause.
No witness.
Just the quiet collapse
of a structure built for survival.

This is not transformation.
This is subtraction.

Of effort.
Of masks.
Of the voice that tried to be enough.

You do not rise stronger.
You rise empty.
But real.

And in that emptiness,
something sacred begins:
Not who you become—
but what you no longer carry.

Artist: Lena Ekert / 2025

Medium: video mp4 84.1MB / Minted July 2025