β€œIt was January and Trump had just been elected. I took it as an opportunity to change or take control of things because I knew now, for certain, that the government would never to do anything for me. I took all the pictures of myself off facebook. Over three hundred photos from a random assortment of scenarios over the course of ten years. I wanted to hide myself from the world and give instead only my heart. I started posting poetic descriptions of my life two or three times a week, stream of consciousness, straight into my status cube. If I couldn't decide what to write I would post something old. I met a wonderful woman who changed how I looked at things for the better during this process. I began seeing everything as changed, actually, for the better. I felt like a writer now and not just a face on a screen. And one late january night I decided to take some selfies after I had been twisting my hair for an hour. This was one of them and...it surprised me. I saw so much soul in my eyes, like I was born again somehow. So this was the first picture of me after my face disappeared from facebook for a few months. I had to come back one day.”