how to get your life back together - postcards by elle

You’ve been having an out-of-body experience for the last four months. Your mind is a dimly lit home at night, and you’re standing outside under a flickering streetlamp, watching someone who looks like you walking through the rooms. The curtains are always open and you’re eternally the sole spectator, the only one who made it to the ticket office. In other words, you’ve been waiting for your life to piece itself back together again for the whole winter season. Chalk it up to seasonal depression or a series of unfortunate events, maybe. It’s an exploration of liminal hallways that seem to have no end to the twists and turns, an exercise in patience—which you do not have an abundance of to start with. In this metaphor, the never ending corridors are made of wax, and they’ve all started fusing together, and melting down by a series of bad events completely out of your control, which is incredibly difficult to admit as someone who plans your entire life down to the minute. The point is, yo

You’ve been having an out-of-body experience for the last four months. Your mind is a dimly lit home at night, and you’re standing outside under a flickering streetlamp, watching someone who looks like you walking through the rooms. The curtains are always open and you’re eternally the sole spectator, the only one who made it to the ticket office. In other words, you’ve been waiting for your life to piece itself back together again for the whole winter season. Chalk it up to seasonal depression or a series of unfortunate events, maybe. It’s an exploration of liminal hallways that seem to have