Curate, connect, and discover
The line between you and me is becoming far too wide far too fast. And I’m scared of what will come after the divide is so great that neither of us can jump across to the other. Will you grab my hand if I can't hold on? Or will my hands, bloodied by the drifted parts of us, leave you drawing away, ever nearer to a future where you and I do not exist anymore.
She’s become a priority when we are are together