I explored this for over 2 hours and it was really moving. Extremely intimate and raw. There's a range of emotion in these confessions. I was struck by such vivid descriptions of how strange our bodies are. Like machines that need to be maintained, repaired, remade, recalled. Each body with its own expansive history attempting to navigate confined perceptions and expectations.
"Why are we denied the freedom to come into our own, to craft our physical form into a body that is reflective of the soul? Why is the knowledge of our existence hidden, suppressed, exterminated, time and time again? Why must we struggle to unearth our history, to gain recognition and the peace to live authentically"
I'll be coming back to this experience regularly. It's a reminder that an ideal world is still in-progress, but collective struggle and realizations can often be a comforting and hopeful voice in a confusing world.