08/27/2026
I came for the polka dots. I stayed for the existential crisis.
Years of finding Yayoi Kusama around the world, and somehow I never realized how dark the story behind all that color really was.
Obsession. Hallucination. Self-obliteration. Infinity.
Turns out the dots were never just dots.
“Forget yourself. Become one with eternity.” — Yayoi Kusama
