Chicory can’t finish her work. She’s an artist, and an important one at that. She’s the wielder of the brush, a magical artifact that brings color into the black-and-white world of Picnic. But she doubts herself, her ability to paint creatively, and her worth as the brush wielder. Chicory starts to paint but erases her […]
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Chicory Is The Closest I’ve Come To Seeing My Depression On The Screen
Chicory understands my depression in ways few other pieces of media ever have. It’s incredibly rare that I see depression even remotely like my own on the screen. There are complexities to mine – it has its roots in a slowly fading gender euphoria, for one, but mostly it’s just that I’m better than everyone […]