Somewhere inside is every lie.
Somewhere inside is every answer.
Somewhere inside is everything.
But you have to get there first.
There’s so much about yourself.
So much about us all.
That we will never know.
We want to.
Or at least we think we do.
When it comes down to it.
We come through the door.
But we never go past the lobby.
Is it fear?
Is it guilt?
Is it both?
Is it more?
I know what my problem is.
Why I never go past the lobby.
Past its familiarity.
Past its warmth.
Afraid of asking the wrong questions.
Afraid of answering the difficult ones.
I am Timi
– National History Museum, London, July 2015 –