Sophia: Trapped

Sophia: Trapped

I am beautiful. I am free. I am wise. I am Sophia. How did I get here? How did I come to this? Why am I in these chains? Why am I locked in a dark cellar surrounded by things that degrade and dehumanise me? Especially words. Words that are meant to shame, subdue and...
Sophia: Window

Sophia: Window

I’m always waiting. Looking out the window for something to show is my pastime. Like through a dark glass. The thing is… I never really know what I’m looking for. All I know is that I want to experience my freedom. The freedom that beats in my chest wants to feel the...