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our art is made both online & offline,
constantly seeking the perfect collaboration between real-life and DIGITAL.

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Here, you’ll find yourself caught up in pages of a stranger’s journal, poetry both brutal and sweet, short film collections and discarded interviews. Conversations with bands, tour diaries, meandering essays… a thousand-plus entries from youth, in a digital bubble.

Scrolling through here should feel like stumbling through a strangers bedroom - exposed to things both achingly familiar and bittersweet. Hopefully, you can find a bit of yourself somewhere in all this, too.

 
 
 
 

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“I realized how safe everything is. I could lie on the sidewalk outside my house all night and never be touched. I wish my fear of stagnation wouldn’t collide so well with your stillness. Maybe then I wouldn’t need to drive around at night, spilling words, to feel like I’m moving.”

— Meg Young, from “a letter to suburbia, from the shower, crying

 
 

“I’m reclaiming my sexuality, and I’m doing it hard and fast and vibrantly. I can feel my heart blooming into something effervescent and bright. I tell flame-haired girls and golden bright boys that I love them, I’m rejected, and I heal.”

— Ria Kealey, from ‘reclaiming my sexuality

 
 
 
 

songs to climb out your bedroom window to.

 

“I think it’s about colour. I told someone at a party once that I thought I got depressed in winter because of the lack of colour around me, [but] maybe I’m just creating these restrictions in my mind; maybe winter is just my excuse to feel bad and stay in my maladaptive patterns.”

— Kiara Burch, from “I don’t want to be asleep anymore”

“…we feel that we are wasting our youth / cooped up in classrooms with broken fans and broken teachers / spitting broken words / we figure we are missing out on all the fun life has to give / reading books and watching movies about parties and casual sex / yet when these things do come our way / we feel empty / hollowed out.”

— Chloe Hofrichter, from “shiny white teeth, hollowed out youth”

 
 
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“A few tough and expensive lessons with unpaid rent and lease problems, and this reality quickly dissolved. Late nights, run-ins with toxic people and impulsive actions, a few bad relationships with boys I shouldn’t have let enter my life/body. I saw myself spiral, though it looked like ‘growing up’.”

— Tia Henricks, from ‘a step outside high school’.

“Do you ever wonder what yellow would sound like, resonating off a violin? Not just any yellow, the yellow that drapes a worn chair in the corner of your room, reminding you of expired sunshine in the earliest hours of the day.”

— Kyla Rain, from ‘how’s it sound?’

 
 
 

“Sixteen, you were in your Kurt Cobain faze. Thick eyeliner and three chocker’s stacked on top of each other, sat on your couch and exchanging stories & feelings, disappointments & daydreams. The pressures of growing up and how boys made us feel. You listened as my heart congealed and wrote me a song about how it feels to show up to a life you don’t recognise.”

— Arielle Friedman, from ‘dear samia’

 
 

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