De_Self There is a moment when even your name feels foreign. And you no longer try to hold what keeps slipping.

You sit with the weight of everything you once were— and no longer are. No applause. No witness. Just the quiet collapse of a structure built for survival.

This is not transformation. This is subtraction.

Of effort. Of masks. Of the voice that tried to be enough.

You do not rise stronger. You rise empty. But real.

And in that emptiness, something sacred begins: Not who you become— but what you no longer carry.

Artist: Lena Ekert / 2025

Medium: video mp4 84.1MB / Minted July 2025