Close-up portrait of a Black man's face, eyes open and intense, with multiple translucent overlapping reflections of his own face surrounding him — as if he is haunted by every version of himself. Dark, moody, cinematic. Rich deep blacks and warm amber tones. The feeling of being crowded by your own thoughts, memories, and inner voices. Bold, literary, intimate.

Letters from Xhale

Crowded in Here

Words that breathe. Stories that linger.

It is so crowded in here.

Sometimes I swear
there is more than one of me
putting these words together—
more than one voice
reaching for the things
I need to hear.

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