Description: life is indeed a soup and i feel swallowed by it without warning i am spilling yet being the one eaten, the time is passing but i never consented the painting is an acrylic piece on canvas- which i made when i was 14yo and found it 7 years later- i stuck prints of my recent digital graphics and various memories, inside jokes, thoughts, running unfinished whispers and doubts stuck in my mind between glitching parts of internet culture jokes and sealed it with a torn out pieces of old keyboard with new layer of acrylic paint and JUST ANYTHING i saw laying around to distract myself making collages helps me relieve stress that aging is causing me in the world that feels utterly intensely fascinating yet blank at the same time, from the point of view of an autistic person without any close social connections, objects and patterns are all i live for now and probably always did and always will :p