Written by Jacob Ibrag
It was easier when no one knew who
you were. The shadows were a tool and
disappearing was a perfected art. Why do
people favor the spotlight? It’s an all around
curse, a nuisance. Say goodbye to your freedom.
You miss that now, all eyes glued to yours. This is
what you thought you wanted. This audience is in
your pocket, be careful though. One wrong move,
just one. They’ll place a blade near your throat
and demand a refund. They’ll want your
blood and tears. Never give in,
the show must go on.
Photography by Jessie Nuez