I could analyse and try to remember how I felt when I first moved back, tell you why I moved away from London and elaborate on the full context I'm in now but this isn't my diary. This is for my artwork, so instead I am going to issue an apology and express my gratitude to my sculptures simultaneously. I am sorry I ever thought you were unstable, unreliable, bonkers and inconsistent. I was wrong. You are what makes me make sense. You're the coping to my top stone, the squished Snicker bar to my impromptu hike, the cobweb to my window frame.

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