Mea Culpa: my fault, my hands, my echoes. A confession, a reckoning, a mirror held up to understand. This volume isn’t about punishment or apology as performance- it’s about truth. The kind that lingers under the tongue, the kind we move around and ignore until it finally asks to be named.

Mea Culpa is the moment you stop running from yourself. It’s the sting of recognition and the quiet relief that follows. It’s accountability as liberation, not a cage. It’s looking at the mess you made, whether artistically, emotionally, or spiritually, and choosing to sort through it, piece by piece.