INTESTINATION

The intestine coils endlessly, without a clear beginning or end. It restricts
movement, interrupts breath, and occupies space aggressively.

It reflects my life in the city, crowded, relentless, constantly pulling me forward. It
also reflects my family, whose lives are shaped by this very material through their
work as butchers. This work sits between two realities, questioning whether the
weight I carry is mine alone, or something quietly shared across generations.