Manon Servage
Two options. Two boxes. Two extremities.
Right or wrong, black or white, gay or straight… Being labelled as something or someone, before having the time to discover who you are. Being judged no matter what compartment you’ve been placed in. Your voice not even reaching someone’s ears.
But what if life was a Spectrum? A spectrum you could navigate on. A spectrum including all of the nuances, depths and colours.
