“Reset” from Reset to Factory Specs
In 2020 I checked in with myself to the deepest level I could reach. After my mom died, I dyed my hair back to brown and kept it until I was sure the red I had chosen to colour it for more than a decade still felt like me. I wasn’t sure, then, who I was anymore. My self-image had shifted, my depression was clinical, I couldn’t bring myself to perform. But I could write prolifically. I was still me in there somewhere, so I sang “Under the red, away from the lens, I get to reset and start again.”