Two receipt holder spikes, one compromises stacks of my journal scraps from my days here, while the other one holds empty pages as all the unlived days I owe to my home. These pages are much like a receipt I don’t need to save anymore. Receipts that are holding a great amount of anxiety, while those empty pages on the other spike, are yet to be filled.

Unlived Days,  Written and blank journal scraps, 2023, Photos: Carey Shaw