Our Brains on the Wall (in progress)
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Our memories and how we love are so deeply intertwined in strange messes. We love in ways that reflect how we were once loved as children. This is my exploration of that told from the perspective of Alina, a 20-something trying to restore some grounded identity in the face of heartbreak; how the strongest love can be rendered down to a core memory of imagining our brains on the wall.
TW: SUICIDE, ABUSE, ADDICTION
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Though this is a piece of creative nonfiction, names of people and places have been changed out of respect to protect identity.
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