known as Heebi
based in Rotterdam, NL
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known as Heebi
based in Rotterdam, NL
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Forest of the lonlies
2019
The Forest of the Lonelies, where it is always raining and everything is damp.
The forest is so vast that the beings who live within it never know of one another’s existence.
Under the same sky, each remains alone in their own place, struggling with loneliness until they eventually die.
A forest where the Lonelies live together, without ever knowing they are together. The Forest of the Lonelies.
2019
The Forest of the Lonelies, where it is always raining and everything is damp.
The forest is so vast that the beings who live within it never know of one another’s existence.
Under the same sky, each remains alone in their own place, struggling with loneliness until they eventually die.
A forest where the Lonelies live together, without ever knowing they are together. The Forest of the Lonelies.
The King of the Lonelies. Though it rains endlessly in the forest, ironically, the skin on my face is dry, cracking and splitting apart.
One day, my skin may harden completely, the cracks deepen, and my face shatters.
The light from a streetlamp that has followed me since birth makes me sweat through my nose. As all the moisture drains from my body, my skin shrivels and wrinkles.
The sweat trickles across the forest floor, flowing in every direction.
Once, I was a beautiful fairy, drifting lightly through the forest. Then one day, enormous horns began to grow from my head.
They became so heavy that I could no longer fly. Thick fur grew all over my body, covering the beautiful blue skin I once had.
My feet took root in the earth. Here, in this very place, I will eventually disappear, buried beneath my horns and fur.