The Intimacy of Failure

Photography by Reylia Slaby

The mind sits thick as mud, and I feel self-pity begin to rise within my body. Will it always be like this? I am impatient for the things I can see happen, and I wonder when this feeling will pass. This is a poignant process, one we are all familiar with.

To Fail.

I have been meditating on my own limitations. They are in front of my immediate vision daily, and it is almost as if I have to…