‘Ophelia’ depicts a young woman afloat in a creek, surrounded by assortments of flowers, intermixed with scattered garbage. Black/brown ooze floats to the surface of the water, creating a petroleum rainbow that bleeds into her hair amongst accents of rue and asphodel. Ophelia stares in a dissociative manner seemingly towards the viewer, her eyes readily glazed over. Can you hear her humming? She’s almost smiling, is she giggling? Pretending to be dead? Is she dead? She’s definitely dead behind the eyes. Should she be dead? Maybe she should be dead? Is she murmuring something? May as well stop pretending right? Who’d want to live like this anyway? Will never be able to buy a house. Just work. Can barely afford to feed myself. I can’t feed myself or them if I don’t work every second. Can I even find housing? Can I afford housing? How do I even maintain or form relationships when I have no time because I have to be working? Must always be working. Always sick. Always sad. Always the same. Have to make money. Concrete. Where are the trees? Monetise everything. If doesn’t make money not worth it. Must spend money. Must spend money even if I don’t have it. Must have stuff. It's your fault. It’s your fault individual. It can’t be the companies. The billionaires. No its your fault. You bought something to try and emulate happiness. Its your fault. Your fault. Why can’t I breathe. Didn’t this used to taste better? Can’t and won’t bring kids into a world that’s dying and full of pain. But also I might HAVE to bring kids into this world that’s dying and full of pain. No choice. No choice. Not my choice. They took away the choice. UNSAFE. Everything is unsafe. My body is unsafe. They’ll take them away. They’ll take them away. DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY. Please. I had no choice. ITS NOT SAFE. What is safe. They locked me away. They locked them away. They stole us. They stole everything. Help. Where are they. They stood on his neck. HE COULDN’T BREATHE. THEY YELLED. THEY KILLED. There was so much yelling. There was so much killing. Always yelling. I hope their safe. It was my fault. I was asking for it. They were asking for it. Its my fault. He killed her. He killed me because I was asking for it. Not all of them. Not all of them. Only most of them. Can’t generalise because its only most of them. Don’t feel safe. Hungry. so hungry. Cant afford food. The water is killing us. They put it in the water. They left me. He left us. They left us. Their sick. They hurt them. All of them. Don’t feel connected. Connected to my body, connected to my spirit, connected to the land, connected to my culture, connected to my ancestors, connected to my community, connected to my mind, connected to anything of substance. If it's not stuff it’s not anything. Must be individual. Always individual. I have nothing. We have nothing. Nothing except trash. Only trash. We have trash. The waters all dirty and full of trash. Insurmountable, never-ending, landscape-filling, island-creating, island-sinking, earth-murdering, ocean-killing, wildlife-slaughtering, human enslaving, illness-causing, micro-beading, suffocating, ever-multiplying, never degrading, ever-consuming, trash.

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