sans issue – stool
I’m in my home, and all my clothes have piled up around me.
There are so many piles that they’ve turned into chairs.
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Since it started, I have stayed in my glass home. I don’t go outside, but I take pictures of my glass home. I tell myself I love it. It looks so nice, I could stay here forever. My clothes pile up around me, my suitcase is packed in case I have to leave. But I don’t move. There is no exit, I made it that way.
That one friend called and said everything is fine because I love my house. But the truth is, I’m just too afraid to go out.
I feel like I’m being watched. And all this fear I carry, that something could break my glass home.
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The concept is that I am locked inside my home out of fear of going outside, and objects will mutate or be created from other things present in my home.
I’m in my home, and all my clothes have piled up around me.
There are so many piles that they’ve turned into chairs.
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I’ve accumulated so many clothes that the piles keep growing.
I’m getting lost in them — I even started storing my folders inside the piles.
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In a small room, you’ll find my vanity.
The pocket mirror I used to carry when I went out has become a giant one.
It now holds all my red lipsticks.
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The twin lamps: once there was just one by the sofa.
Now it has split into two, but they remain joined at the lampshade — I can’t separate them.
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On the other side of the room, there’s another mirror…
This one isn’t for makeup — it’s only here so I can watch myself and cheer myself on.
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This is my one‑plate table.
I used to have a big table to host all my friends, but now that I have no friends left, I don’t need that much space to eat.
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