Emanuelle Marcus '26

The world is just a bit quieter than it should be. My words that sound a scream in my head come out as a whisper. My face often a bit too blank, the expression I make in the mirror never turns out quite right in front of others. ‘A bit off’ . Everything is a bit off, a dry imitation of what it should be. At the centre, a psyche constantly at a loss for words and yet overrun at the same time. ‘It’s all off. I’m just off’