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Anxiety, a feeling of loneliness, suffocation and temporal stop. When it attacks me, it sticks to me.
It is a confinement without exit, my freedom is then reduced. I am frozen in my own head. No one can get me out of this situation except myself. It's the whole paradox of anxiety, no one can put himself in my place, it's a fight within me and against myself.
In whiteness, this mental confinement translates into physical confinement. Going through overflow, excess, temporal confinement and solitude, these images express anxiety. Then comes the escape, a hut, representing a refuge, a possibility of escape. But is escape the solution?
Divided between the pressure of our society and the psychological instability that engenders it, this feeling is part of my daily life. The quest for perfection, comparison, judgment and speed are the factors.
Always appear in the best possible way, never show weakness: an injunction from our society. Anxiety and anxiety therefore have no place in our system.
When will this mad rush come to an end? Will we learn to slow down? When will we finally get out of the circle?