Bedevilled 2016 ((install)) May 2026

The year had started like any other—resolutions scribbled on napkins, the slow thaw of January's gray. But by spring, something had curdled in the air. Not politics alone, though the news cycle was a fever dream of outrage and absurdity. No, it was quieter than that. A personal haunting.

She tried to exorcise herself—cleansing rituals from the internet, sage from the farmers' market, a therapist who called it "anxiety." But the bedevilment wasn't in her head. It was in the calendar. Every date felt possessed. Every anniversary, a trap. bedevilled 2016

Here’s a short text inspired by the mood and title Bedevilled 2016 : The year had started like any other—resolutions scribbled

2016 became the year the devil didn't need horns or hooves. He wore earbuds, scrolled through Twitter, and whispered, "You're the only one who sees it." No, it was quieter than that