COMMENT CLAIM TO AFFIRM
2025
Adhesive print, audio
My sense of self is woven between my notes app and my tiktok algorithm and my instagram feed and my text messages. Is it stuck in there?
I ask for directions to Target again so I don’t get lost—it doesn’t matter that I know exactly where I’m going. I don’t look at the screen; my phone is muted. I pull into the parking spot next to the cart return.
My phone tells me to do five things to step into my feminine. My phone tells me being 23 is the worst age (after 19). My phone tells me to color, to moisturize, to be scared for the state of democracy.
I know everything, but I know nothing at all.
I cannot imagine imagining a better world; I am so tired and my notifications keep yelling at me. My phone tells me to put my phone down.
Royalty free piano music plays in the background.