The museum of carefully curated illusions.

The museum of carefully curated illusions.

Welcome to the museum of carefully curated illusions."

Every image, pulled from the cluttered landfill that is my social media, is another ticket to the sideshow freak act I call a life.

Moments that pretend to be carefully selected but were really just dragged up from the emotional basement where all the messy stuff gets shoved. The box labeled "Do not open: contents may cause existential dread."

These aren’t pictures. They’re confessions wearing makeup. Each one shouting, "Notice me! Just enough to hurt."