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32 pages. Black paper. Unfiltered thoughts.
More than a companion to the music, this collective piece of artistic work is a visual and written exploration of the human condition.
An intimate world of lyrics, personal journal fragments, reflections, photography, and artifacts from the creative process. Some things were too personal for a song. Others needed more space to exist.
Presented as a beautifully printed hardcover book, individually packed in handmade, hand-stamped forensic evidence packaging.
A piece of my mind, now in your hands.
“Some things couldn't fit into a song. So I gave them pages. And a voice.
I didn't want to make a book that explains the music. I wanted to make space for everything it couldn't hold—the private thoughts, the contradictions, the parts of ourselves we edit out for the world.
It's evidence that even after everything we're taught to hide, something human remains.”
-I Ya Toyah
32 pages. Black paper. Unfiltered thoughts.
More than a companion to the music, this collective piece of artistic work is a visual and written exploration of the human condition.
An intimate world of lyrics, personal journal fragments, reflections, photography, and artifacts from the creative process. Some things were too personal for a song. Others needed more space to exist.
Presented as a beautifully printed hardcover book, individually packed in handmade, hand-stamped forensic evidence packaging.
A piece of my mind, now in your hands.
“Some things couldn't fit into a song. So I gave them pages. And a voice.
I didn't want to make a book that explains the music. I wanted to make space for everything it couldn't hold—the private thoughts, the contradictions, the parts of ourselves we edit out for the world.
It's evidence that even after everything we're taught to hide, something human remains.”
-I Ya Toyah