A Metaphor's Looking Glass

Every protagonist begins their own story in an ambiguous pigeonhole, wherein viewers can define the title character in the most relatable terms. The newest installment of Unsewn is no exception. The story follows a woman who never seems to achieve her dreams, consistently finding herself in a world that somehow feels incomplete. While previous segments explored her career changes, committed relationships, and several battles with addiction, this release attempts to delve deeper into the mind and heart of a woman who can never find the right direction to point her considerable tenacity. So, predictably, the main character leaves everything she knows behind her and moves to a different country to escape the confines of the routine.  At the beginning, her personal growth is palpable: her experiences reflect a series of uncomfortable interactions and halting forward momentum. She feels rooted in the idea that her expectations will all be met if only she is laughing and learning, d...

You can hear me laugh, neither loud nor hollow. It permeates you. It sounds like icicles breaking off the eaves of a shingled roof. It's not an unusual sound, but you can feel it in the tip of your nose. Like a stale memory or a song you don't quite know all the words to. You find yourself, subconsciously, looking for me. When you stand next to me, it smells confectionery: baking sweet and herbal. It envelops you. It isn't overwhelming, but you breathe deeper, consuming it. An innate heat radiates from my skin, kissed by jersey and lace. I have a magnetic awareness of you and steadily, the pull brings me closer. When I turn, my hair brushes you, a gossamer disruption of autonomic signals. You see goose-bumps race across the nape of my neck. When you look in my eyes, you are drowning. It consumes you. The connection is meant for two, just you and me. You are frozen in predation, voluntarily caged in pigmented quicksand. You feel incorporeal, keenly aware of your own refl...