#Itch

Itch is the protest of your skin’s diplomat, shouting from within. It declares war at your fingertips with unceasing stimuli, blurring the line between restraint and relief. Each scratch delivers a fleeting ecstasy, immediately followed by guilt—a fruitless negotiation with your own flesh. The overt motion embarrasses onlookers, entangling social decorum with personal indulgence. Ultimately, it ends in a ceasefire of moisturizers and the excuse of "never mind," a relentless arms race of desires with no safe harbor.