Description: Over the summer of 2020, I tracked the persistent rot of time through the decomposition of a banana over multiple weeks. Growing up in a society valuing linear progression, was I conversely trapped and/or in a state of decrepitude too? I tried out different mediums to explore the crisis of identity I found myself in.
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